Greeny Green Lyrics
| Song | Greeny Green |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Artist | Witchdoctor |
| Album | Still Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Willie Knighton/W. Johnson/Robert Barnett | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Willie Knighton W. Johnson Robert Barnett | |
| 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 parlaya, | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Tmo: | |
| Belligerent thoughts of militant ways | |
| Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust | |
| Which can we trust hidden in the cuts | |
| Terrible 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Willie Knighton W. Johnson Robert Barnett | |
| 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 parlaya, | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Tmo: | |
| Belligerent thoughts of militant ways | |
| Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust | |
| Which can we trust hidden in the cuts | |
| Terrible 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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