Greeny Green Lyrics - Goodie Mob

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) 

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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