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-R-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