Yo, yo, hey man, ain't you guys among, Plug One? Plug Two?
Potholes in my Lawn? You're those weird guys, De La Soul, right?
Yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling? I'm Dove, how you feeling?
Yo, what's up, man? My name is Pos
Yo, yo, I'm Mase
Yo, shorty, what's your name?

Oh, my name? Jeff, you guys are walking?
Now rappers ain't supposed to walk
Sorry little, man, but you know
Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff, if you guys are rappers
Where's your dookie gold chains? Y'all don't have no dookie gold chains
We don't wear gold chains
We'd rather spend our money on more important things
Like, equipment, necessities and video games (word up)

Y'all are crazy, no chains, dag, okay, where's your BMW?
You're not supposed to walk, where's your Jeeps, your Maximas?
Maximas? Yo, Maxin' would break my flow and with the cost of gas
Jeff, man, I'd rather take the transit that's mass

What you say? You are C-R-A-Z-E-E, crazee
Don't you know you can't be def if you don't have no gold? (Def)
Or a car, man? What's up?
Who told you that?
Everybody who's def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, buggin'
Do you like Plug Tunin' and Potholes?
Yeah, that song's def
But we don't wear no gold chains nor do we ride BMW's
And Maxes or Jeeps, but you still think our music is def, right?
Wait a minute, did I say, "Ddef"? (Rrah)
What?

Nothing, nothing
It's just that we don't deal with all that materialistic stuff
But we still got what it takes to please
And supply our listeners, understand, my man?
Where's your beepers? Why don't you have beepers? (Beepers?)
Everybody wears beepers, you have to wear a beeper, no doubt

Ah, little man is brainwashed indeed
Nah, nah, beepers are the least of status situators, man
Plus I find them ugly as parking tickets
You guys talk funny
Well, actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow A to Z
Is perfectly pitched in advance in intricacy

Yeah, you homeboys are really bugged
Wait a minute, did he say, "Bugged"? Rrah
So no car, no beepers, no gold, that's weak, man, that's weak
Jesus, did he say, "Weak"? Jesus, they never learn
Foolish mind, have I, have I
Actin' like that lady, that lady (peace, my brother)

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David J. Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer