Lirik Lagu Greeny Green - Goodie Mob
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Intro:Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listeningto the rulers of the spirit world(Really, Really, Really)Yeah, Yeah, that means poetry deep in this teamY'all done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, Y'all done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, Yeah
Witchdoctor: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 goDon't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruhI want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay forI'm the one that holidayed yaATL, land where we par-laya,No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clownIt's enough females in the streets to go round two, three timesAtlanta, the doctor's home,Always somebody hoggin the payphoneSay homes, where your daughterShe'll tell ya I'm 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 you
Chorus:Poetry deep in the teamY'all done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, Poetry deep in the teamY'all 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, I'll bust your headStay playing the role of executioner, been years on death rowNow he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murderEqual opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminateLike unemployment, officers doing breakY'all done stepped on we, the green greenOne deep in this teamY'all done stepped on we, the green green(Poetry runs deep in this team)
Chorus
T-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 ParksThat's what you called herNow you run cause you know that's 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 system
Chorus
Witchdoctor: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 goDon't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruhI want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay forI'm the one that holidayed yaATL, land where we par-laya,No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clownIt's enough females in the streets to go round two, three timesAtlanta, the doctor's home,Always somebody hoggin the payphoneSay homes, where your daughterShe'll tell ya I'm 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 you
Chorus:Poetry deep in the teamY'all done stepped on we, the green greenYeah, Poetry deep in the teamY'all 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, I'll bust your headStay playing the role of executioner, been years on death rowNow he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murderEqual opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminateLike unemployment, officers doing breakY'all done stepped on we, the green greenOne deep in this teamY'all done stepped on we, the green green(Poetry runs deep in this team)
Chorus
T-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 ParksThat's what you called herNow you run cause you know that's 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 system
Chorus
