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
Yall done stepped on we, the green green
Yeah, Yall 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
Dont know tomorrow, its about today, bruh
I want some coochie that I aint gotta pay for
Im the one that holidayed ya
ATL, land where we par-laya,
No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown
Its enough females in the streets to go round two, three times
Atlanta, the doctors home,
Always somebody hoggin the payphone
Say homes, where your daughter
Shell tell ya Im 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
Yall done stepped on we, the green green
Yeah, Poetry deep in the team
Yall 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, Ill bust your head
Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row
Now he dont wanna die for arranging his wifes murder
Equal opportunity, designated bullets dont discriminate
Like unemployment, officers doing break
Yall done stepped on we, the green green
One deep in this team
Yall 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
Thats what you called her
Now you run cause you know thats 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]
[ Greeny Green Lyrics ]