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Greeny Green by Witchdoctorالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Greeny Green by Witchdoctor

     

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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

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 want to 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, vigilance
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 want to 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]

Writer : WILLIE KNIGHTON, ROBERT BARNETT, ERIN JOHNSON
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS SONGS

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