Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Greeny Green

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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Greeny Green 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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Greeny Green: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/10601.html Все тексты песен: Goodie Mob » Goodie Mob - Fie Fie Delish » Goodie Mob - Rico » Goodie Mob - Dirty South » Goodie Mob - Soul Food (remix) » Goodie Mob - Funeral » Goodie Mob - The Experience » Goodie Mob - Still Standing » Goodie Mob - They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean) » Goodie Mob - Live at the O.M.N.I. » Goodie Mob - In Due Time » Goodie Mob - Serenity Prayer » Goodie Mob - J Prince Presents: Realest Niggaz Down S » Goodie Mob - Goodie Bag » Goodie Mob - Remember What I Said » Goodie Mob - Distant Wilderness » Goodie Mob - Angelic Wars » Goodie Mob - Fighting » Goodie Mob - Goodie Bag » Goodie Mob - They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean) » Goodie Mob - Red Dog Рекомендуем скачать: » Гарин Юрий - А жизнь уходит… » Гости из Будущего - Зима » Георгий Васильев - Утро » Геннадий Чугуев - Магадан » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Оптимизм » Григорий Дикштейн - Две души » Гагин Виктор - Помню, помню, помню я... » Гарик Кричевский - Старый трамвай » Григорий Дикштейн - Новогодняя » Григорий Дикштейн - А в остальном, прекрасная маркиза... (экологическое) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Как-то утром на рассвете » Геннадий Жуков - Легенда о Пане » Григорий Дикштейн - Быть! » Григорий Дикштейн - Песенка бабы Яги из спектакля по сказке В. Шушкина До третьих петухов » Григорий Дикштейн - Письмо в Чикаго » Гиви Чрелашвили - Фантазия » Геннадий Жуков - Три дара » Голубые гитары - Первый поцелуй » Гиви Чрелашвили - Дворянская честь » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Как сметана
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