Pease Porridge Lyrics
| Song | Pease Porridge |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | De La Soul Is Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Goodhart, Hoffman, Huston ... | |
| SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul) | |
| - Yo, gee. | |
| - Yo, word up, gee, man. | |
| - Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? | |
| - Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man. | |
| - Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time! | |
| - Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? | |
| - They ain't punks, man. | |
| - Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack. | |
| - Yo, but, yo, that Buddy, that was kind of fly, man, | |
| and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. | |
| - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, | |
| after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes, | |
| yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, | |
| yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots. | |
| - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, | |
| though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there! | |
| - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, | |
| let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! | |
| (Background:) | |
| (Pease porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease porridge in the pot) | |
| (Nine days old) | |
| POS: | |
| My name, my name, my name is the Pasta | |
| Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing | |
| So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, | |
| The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring | |
| My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, | |
| Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others | |
| Get played, get played, played a lot on radio | |
| And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers | |
| The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed | |
| It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry | |
| But late, but lately loonies acting real bold | |
| Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry | |
| Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut | |
| Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks | |
| Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue | |
| Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix | |
| GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette) | |
| - Yo, Miss Thing! | |
| - Yo Merisa, what's up? | |
| - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? | |
| Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. | |
| - Word man? | |
| - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, | |
| yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them | |
| and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? | |
| - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. | |
| - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, | |
| think he didn't when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, | |
| um, what's the other ones, the other ones? | |
| - The Violators. | |
| - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, | |
| and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't? | |
| - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... | |
| MASE: | |
| Question, and that's if only I can ask this question | |
| Can I? (Yes you can!) | |
| Why do people think just because we speak peace | |
| We can't blow no joints? | |
| (I-I-I don't know) | |
| GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel) | |
| Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? | |
| MASE: | |
| Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked | |
| And now it's time for some heads to get flown | |
| DOVE: | |
| We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course | |
| But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers | |
| A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink | |
| Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick | |
| But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm | |
| I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm | |
| I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity | |
| And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat | |
| I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons | |
| And sip the Porridge deep into my system | |
| So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode | |
| Inside the studio or on a road | |
| The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step | |
| It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep | |
| To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag | |
| It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Nine days old) | |
| POS: | |
| Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music | |
| Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow | |
| Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball | |
| Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled | |
| Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up | |
| It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups | |
| Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade | |
| So we can throw our lemonade | |
| In their face and kick their little butts | |
| FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads) | |
| - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch | |
| and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel? | |
| - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, | |
| but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. | |
| - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, | |
| but he, ah, just got his ass busted. | |
| (Background:) | |
| (Touching fingers, touch, touch) | |
| (One at a time, touch together) | |
| DOVE: | |
| People wanna get ragged with the reruns | |
| Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit | |
| They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none | |
| I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit | |
| The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold | |
| We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown | |
| Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways | |
| But when, but when we fly that head all the people say | |
| THE FROG: (Lisle Leete) | |
| Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. | |
| JABIB: (Jarobi) | |
| In my land, my people adore Porridge. | |
| And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, | |
| we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, | |
| I don't understand. | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease porridge in the pot) | |
| (Nine days old) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease porridge in the pot) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) | |
| (Nine days old) | |
| (Pease Porridge in the pot) |
| zuo ci : Goodhart, Hoffman, Huston ... | |
| SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul | |
| Yo, gee. | |
| Yo, word up, gee, man. | |
| Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? | |
| Yeah, man, I heard it' s kinda fly, man. | |
| Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time! | |
| Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? | |
| They ain' t punks, man. | |
| Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack. | |
| Yo, but, yo, that Buddy, that was kind of fly, man, | |
| and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. | |
| Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, | |
| after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes, | |
| yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, | |
| yo, they were straight up pop, man, I' m telling you, forget them faggots. | |
| Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, | |
| though, man, yo I bet you they' ll be there! | |
| Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, | |
| let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! | |
| Background: | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| POS: | |
| My name, my name, my name is the Pasta | |
| Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing | |
| So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, | |
| The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring | |
| My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, | |
| Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others | |
| Get played, get played, played a lot on radio | |
| And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers | |
| The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed | |
| It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry | |
| But late, but lately loonies acting real bold | |
| Can' t sip in luxury my apple cranberry | |
| Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut | |
| Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks | |
| Don' t real, don' t real, don' t realise the Native Tongue | |
| Is rollin' strong and we' re startin' in the megamix | |
| GOSSIP GLADIATORS: Lashawna and Jenette | |
| Yo, Miss Thing! | |
| Yo Merisa, what' s up? | |
| You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? | |
| Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. | |
| Word man? | |
| Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, | |
| yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them | |
| and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? | |
| Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. | |
| All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, | |
| think he didn' t when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, | |
| um, what' s the other ones, the other ones? | |
| The Violators. | |
| The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, | |
| and they didn' t care who they was hitting, you think they wasn' t? | |
| Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... | |
| MASE: | |
| Question, and that' s if only I can ask this question | |
| Can I? Yes you can! | |
| Why do people think just because we speak peace | |
| We can' t blow no joints? | |
| III don' t know | |
| GRANDMA MASE: Squirrel | |
| Mase, this is the ninth day I' ve reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? | |
| MASE: | |
| Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked | |
| And now it' s time for some heads to get flown | |
| DOVE: | |
| We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course | |
| But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers | |
| A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink | |
| Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick | |
| But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm | |
| I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm | |
| I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity | |
| And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat | |
| I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons | |
| And sip the Porridge deep into my system | |
| So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode | |
| Inside the studio or on a road | |
| The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step | |
| It' s murder if you bet ' cause you' re life' s jep | |
| To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag | |
| It' s false, because I' ll spray you with the Black Flag | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| POS: | |
| Can' t stand, can' t stand, can' t stand the pop music | |
| Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow | |
| Don' t watch, don' t watch, don' t watch a lot of basketball | |
| Don' t und, don' t understand the act of being fouled | |
| Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up | |
| It' s time, it' s time, it' s time to tame the annoying pups | |
| Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade | |
| So we can throw our lemonade | |
| In their face and kick their little butts | |
| FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads | |
| And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch | |
| and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn' t you say so Squirrel? | |
| Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, | |
| but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. | |
| Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, | |
| but he, ah, just got his ass busted. | |
| Background: | |
| Touching fingers, touch, touch | |
| One at a time, touch together | |
| DOVE: | |
| People wanna get ragged with the reruns | |
| Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit | |
| They can' t, they can' t, they can' t get close to none | |
| I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit | |
| The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold | |
| We won' t, we won' t eat until the heads are flown | |
| Take advantage to a cool one' s peaceful ways | |
| But when, but when we fly that head all the people say | |
| THE FROG: Lisle Leete | |
| Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, ' cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. | |
| JABIB: Jarobi | |
| In my land, my people adore Porridge. | |
| And I don' t understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, | |
| we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don' t understand, | |
| I don' t understand. | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot |
| zuò cí : Goodhart, Hoffman, Huston ... | |
| SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul | |
| Yo, gee. | |
| Yo, word up, gee, man. | |
| Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B? | |
| Yeah, man, I heard it' s kinda fly, man. | |
| Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time! | |
| Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man? | |
| They ain' t punks, man. | |
| Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack. | |
| Yo, but, yo, that Buddy, that was kind of fly, man, | |
| and Potholes? Slammin'. Slammin'. | |
| Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, | |
| after they came out with Plug One, Plug Two then Potholes, | |
| yo, then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, | |
| yo, they were straight up pop, man, I' m telling you, forget them faggots. | |
| Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, | |
| though, man, yo I bet you they' ll be there! | |
| Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, | |
| let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them! | |
| Background: | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| POS: | |
| My name, my name, my name is the Pasta | |
| Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing | |
| So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance, | |
| The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring | |
| My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, | |
| Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others | |
| Get played, get played, played a lot on radio | |
| And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers | |
| The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed | |
| It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry | |
| But late, but lately loonies acting real bold | |
| Can' t sip in luxury my apple cranberry | |
| Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut | |
| Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks | |
| Don' t real, don' t real, don' t realise the Native Tongue | |
| Is rollin' strong and we' re startin' in the megamix | |
| GOSSIP GLADIATORS: Lashawna and Jenette | |
| Yo, Miss Thing! | |
| Yo Merisa, what' s up? | |
| You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? | |
| Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'. | |
| Word man? | |
| Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, | |
| yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to them | |
| and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three? | |
| Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him. | |
| All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, | |
| think he didn' t when he did, and then them other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, | |
| um, what' s the other ones, the other ones? | |
| The Violators. | |
| The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, | |
| and they didn' t care who they was hitting, you think they wasn' t? | |
| Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know... | |
| MASE: | |
| Question, and that' s if only I can ask this question | |
| Can I? Yes you can! | |
| Why do people think just because we speak peace | |
| We can' t blow no joints? | |
| III don' t know | |
| GRANDMA MASE: Squirrel | |
| Mase, this is the ninth day I' ve reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no? | |
| MASE: | |
| Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked | |
| And now it' s time for some heads to get flown | |
| DOVE: | |
| We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course | |
| But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers | |
| A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink | |
| Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick | |
| But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm | |
| I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm | |
| I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity | |
| And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat | |
| I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons | |
| And sip the Porridge deep into my system | |
| So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode | |
| Inside the studio or on a road | |
| The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step | |
| It' s murder if you bet ' cause you' re life' s jep | |
| To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag | |
| It' s false, because I' ll spray you with the Black Flag | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
| POS: | |
| Can' t stand, can' t stand, can' t stand the pop music | |
| Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow | |
| Don' t watch, don' t watch, don' t watch a lot of basketball | |
| Don' t und, don' t understand the act of being fouled | |
| Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up | |
| It' s time, it' s time, it' s time to tame the annoying pups | |
| Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade | |
| So we can throw our lemonade | |
| In their face and kick their little butts | |
| FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads | |
| And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch | |
| and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn' t you say so Squirrel? | |
| Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, | |
| but look at the hoodlum trying to escape. | |
| Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, | |
| but he, ah, just got his ass busted. | |
| Background: | |
| Touching fingers, touch, touch | |
| One at a time, touch together | |
| DOVE: | |
| People wanna get ragged with the reruns | |
| Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit | |
| They can' t, they can' t, they can' t get close to none | |
| I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit | |
| The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold | |
| We won' t, we won' t eat until the heads are flown | |
| Take advantage to a cool one' s peaceful ways | |
| But when, but when we fly that head all the people say | |
| THE FROG: Lisle Leete | |
| Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, ' cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like. | |
| JABIB: Jarobi | |
| In my land, my people adore Porridge. | |
| And I don' t understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, | |
| we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don' t understand, | |
| I don' t understand. | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease Porridge in the pot | |
| Pease porridge in the pot | |
| Nine days old | |
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