[Verse 1: Deadpan monotone male MC, flat and dry over heavy funk drums and slap bass] Snowed fourteen inches and the plow came by at four Buried every car on Lyle Street right up to the door I went out in my mother's coat with a dustpan and a pot Dug for two hours 'til I found the parkin' spot Set my ironing board up in it like a little picket fence Wrote DIBS on a pizza box, 'cause that's just common sense Noted. Cool. I went inside and made a pot of soup Woke up and the board was in the snowbank by the stoop Red hatchback in my spot just sittin' pretty, undisturbed Sure. I didn't yell, I didn't key it, didn't say a word Just a note under the wiper: "I know where you're at" And I went back in the house, and that, my friend, was that [Hook: Deadpan MC, dead flat, the wah guitar on every line] Dibs, that's my spot, the ironing board says so Dug it with a dustpan in a foot and a half of snow Dibs is dibs and a neighbor is a neighbor, and the whole block knows You can take a man's spot, but you better shovel what you owe [Verse 2: Raspy alto female MC, full verse, fast and raspy, cowbell on every quarter] Rosa from the three-flat, baby, I read your little note "I know where you're at," okay, I'm in my winter coat I'm right across the street, I been here eighteen years You dug it with a dustpan? I'm cryin' frozen tears That ironing board was cute, so I folded it for you Put it on your porch so it don't warp or come unglued And while you're writin' letters with a marker on a box Did you even check your car? Did you look around the block? 'Cause the plow came back at six and packed it to the roof So go look before you lecture me, then come back with the proof [Hook: Deadpan MC, dead flat, slap bass and wah guitar] Dibs, that's my spot, the ironing board says so Dug it with a dustpan in a foot and a half of snow Dibs is dibs and a neighbor is a neighbor, and the whole block knows You can take a man's spot, but you better shovel what you owe [Verse 3: Deadpan MC, flat as ever, then the raspy alto female MC cuts in for the rhyme hijack on the last two bars] So I go and look. Cool. And my car is sittin' green Every inch dug out, the windshield scraped, the mirrors clean Salt across the sidewalk and a shovel by the door Note tucked in the wiper: "Dibs is dibs. A neighbor's more." I stood there in my mother's coat a real long time Then I crossed the street and shoveled out her steps, all nine Wrote a brand new pizza box and leaned it on her stair Said "Dibs on Sunday dinner," and I left it sittin' there "Sittin' there? Then I'll be there, baby, pull me up a chair Six o'clock on Sunday, and you better comb your hair" [Final Hook: Deadpan MC, full band, cowbell and slap bass, everything in] Dibs, that's my spot, the ironing board says so Dug it with a dustpan in a foot and a half of snow Dibs is dibs and a neighbor is a neighbor, and the whole block knows You can take a man's spot, but you better shovel what you owe [End]
