Goodie Mob - Greeny Green Lyrics
Intro:Ladies and gentlemen, you are listeningTo the rulers of the spirit world(really, really, really)Yeah, yeah, that means poetry deep in this teamYall done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, yall done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, yeahWitchdoctor:Check this out, bust it,This is like a rocket, you never packedThis many condominiums in your pocketUghn, you never smoked this much weed beforeWhere else can these niggas goDont know tomorrow, its about today, bruhI want some coochie that I aint gotta pay forIm the one that holidayed yaAtl, land where we par-laya,No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clownIts enough females in the streets to go round two, three timesAtlanta, the doctors home,Always somebody hoggin the payphoneSay homes, where your daughterShell tell ya Im pure like artesian waterFeed me a quarter like a jukeboxI sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkinThe lord gave me a blessingLong as rocks I sees with youThink the lord pleased with youUghn, you think he kissed you,You think he kissed you,Or he dissed youChorus:Poetry deep in the teamYall done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, poetry deep in the teamYall done stepped on we, the green greenBust it,Khujo:Suits of brutality patrol sectorsDay care centers ran by vestorsDrunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucksNew comers think they won the diversion on pure luckShark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzyFeeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuseWe here by being careful, vigilenceVampires ? ? ? lace personal pants with bloodJust ask for the specialCrackers crave samples of niggas urineStrands of hair and semenBlue lights in the basementsHaving conversations with voices between four by foursRack em up, Ill bust your headStay playing the role of executioner, been years on death rowNow he dont wanna die for arranging his wifes murderEqual opportunity, designated bullets dont discriminateLike unemployment, officers doing breakYall done stepped on we, the green greenOne deep in this teamYall done stepped on we, the green green(poetry runs deep in this team)ChorusT-mo:Belligerent thoughts of militant waysCamouflaged in the brush, love or lustWhich can we trust hidden in the cutsTerr-i-ble they bounce em every third monthYeah, after the big flood of truth,Caught in your own evidenceNow you hesitant to believe meYou back to hangin with parksThats what you called herNow you run cause you know thats what you want(what you want, what you want)If I felt like everything was goodMaybe then I could knock on woodTo protect the goodThat surrounds my innermost thoughtsUntil my thoughts were caught unguardedAs hard as it is to be perfect I tryAnd I still flaw listening to the next guyThat knew more and saw it before I didCame up big, to dig an early graveGet locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythmWe rap, still get slapped by the systemChorus
