Goodie Mob - Greeny Green Lyrics

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Intro:

Ladies and Gentlemen you are listening

To the rulers of the spirit world

(Really Really Really)

Yeah Yeah that means poetry deep in this team

Y'all done stepped on we the green green

Yeah Y'all done stepped on we the green green

Yeah Yeah

Witchdoctor:

Check this out bust it

This is like a rocket you never packed

This many condominiums in your pocket

Ughn you never smoked this much weed before

Where else can these niggas go

Don't know tomorrow it's about today bruh

I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for

I'm the one that holidayed ya

ATL land where we par-laya

No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown

It's enough females in the streets to go round two three times

Atlanta the doctor's home

Always somebody hoggin the payphone

Say homes where your daughter

She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water

Feed me a quarter like a jukebox

I sell rhymes like rocks the police oughta stop checkin

The Lord gave me a blessing

Long as rocks I sees with you

Think the Lord pleased with you

Ughn you think he kissed you

You think he kissed you

Or he dissed you

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Chorus:

Poetry deep in the team

Y'all done stepped on we the green green

Yeah Poetry deep in the team

Y'all done stepped on we the green green

Bust it

Khujo:

Suits of brutality patrol sectors

Day care centers ran by vestors

Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks

New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck

Shark pools in the hall one drop can start a frenzy

Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse

We here by being careful vigilence

Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood

Just ask for the special

Crackers crave samples of niggas urine

Strands of hair and semen

Blue lights in the basements

Having conversations with voices between four by fours

Rack 'em up I'll bust your head

Stay playing the role of executioner been years on death row

Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder

Equal opportunity designated bullets don't discriminate

Like unemployment officers doing break

Y'all done stepped on we the green green

One deep in this team

Y'all done stepped on we the green green

(Poetry runs deep in this team)

Chorus

T-Mo:

Belligerent thoughts of militant ways

Camouflaged in the brush love or lust

Which can we trust hidden in the cuts

Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month

Yeah after the big flood of truth

Caught in your own evidence

Now you hesitant to believe me

You back to hangin with Parks

That's what you called her

Now you run cause you know that's what you want

(What you want what you want)

If I felt like everything was good

Maybe then I could knock on wood

To protect the good

That surrounds my innermost thoughts

Until my thoughts were caught unguarded

As hard as it is to be perfect I try

And I still flaw listening to the next guy

That knew more and saw it before I did

Came up big to dig an early grave

Get locked up and turn a slave for the rhythm

We rap still get slapped by the system

Chorus

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