- Votes:
- Composers:
- Willie Knighton
- Robert Barnett
- Erin Johnson
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- atlanta
- rap
- smooth
- witty
 
- See also:
Goodie Mob - Greeny Green lyrics
Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening
 To the rulers of the spirit world
 (Really, 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
Check this out, check this out, bust it
 This is like a rocket, you never packed
 This many condominiums in your pocket
 Ugh, you never smoked this much weed before
 Where else can these nigga 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 parlay ya
 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 holmes, 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
 Longest crops, I sees with you
 You think the Lord pleased with you?
 Ugh, you think he'd kiss you?
 You think he'd kiss you or he'd dis you?
 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
 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 [Incomprehensible] lace personal pants with bloodGoodie Mob - Greeny Green - http://motolyrics.com/goodie-mob/greeny-green-lyrics.html
 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
 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
 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
 (That's 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
 Yeah, 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














