Jeff: yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, plug one? Plug two?
Potholes in my lawn? You're those weird guys, de la soul, right?
Dove: yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, I'm dove, how you
Feeling.
Pos: yo what's up man, my name is pos.
Mase: what's up, I'm mase. Yo, shorty, what's your name?
Jeff: oh, my name? Jeff. You guys are walking? Now rappers ain't
Supposed to walk.
Pos: sorry little man, but you know...
Jeff: jeff. I told you, my name is jeff. If you guys are rappers,
Where's your dukey gold chains? Y'all don't have no dukey gold chains.
Mase: we don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on
More important things like, women, necessities...
De la soul: and video games!
Jeff: y'all are crazy. No chains, dag. Okay, where's your bmw?
You're not supposed to walk. Where's your jeeps, your maximas?
Dove: maximas? Yo, maxin' would break my flow. And with the cause of
Gas, jeff man, I'd rather take the transit that's mass.
Jeff: what you say? You are c-are-a-z-e-e. Crazee. Don't you know you
Can't be def if you don't have no gold? Or a car, man? What's up?
Mase: who told you that?
Jeff: everybody who's def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes...
Mase: wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, you're buggin'. Do you like
Plug tunin' and
Potholes?
Jeff: yeah that song's def.
Pos: but we don't wear no gold chains, nor do we ride bmw's and
Maxes or jeeps, yet you still think our music is def, right? Wait a
Minute. Did I say 'def'?
De la soul: rrrr-rrah!
Jeff: what?
Pos: 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?
Jeff: where's your beepers? Why don't you have beepers? Everybody
Wears beepers. You have to have beepers to look down.
Mase: aaauughhh! Little man is brainwashed indeed!
Dove: nah, nah. Beepers are the least of status situators, man. Plus
I find them ugly as parking tickets.
Jeff: you guys talk funny.
Pos: well actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow a to
Z is perfectly pitched in andvance in intricacy.
Jeff: yeah you homeboys are really bugged.
Pos: wait a minute. Did he say...
Mase: bugged?
De la soul: rrrr-rrah!
Jeff: so no car, no beepers, no gold. That's weak man, that's weak.
Dove: jesus, did he say 'weak? ' jesus, they never learn.
Pos: foolish mind, have I, have I.
Mase: actin' like that lady!
De la soul: that lady!
Pos: peace, my brother...
