Greeny Green 歌词

歌曲	Greeny Green
歌手	Goodie Mob
歌手	Witchdoctor
专辑	Still Standing
下载	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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