Mean Doe Green - The George Jeffersons lyrics

rate me

Salute

Yeah they try to slip kryptonite

In my drink, prayin' I get sick tonight

But I’m here and if you don’t give a sh*t

Like I don’t give a sh*t

Put your mother f*ckin' hands in the air.

They on that money, h*es and clothes me too

I’m growing roses in the concrete til the earth in my hands

And the sun up under my feet

Settle for a week in Puerto Rico at least

Add a reclaim to my rider so I can get my feet

Driving like PSD I don’t like the back seat

Unless you talking 62, 57's at least,

Yeah life a track meet. I let myself get out of shape

Back on my calisthenics my version of moving weight

Past is in the trash future bright solar

Flow masters v12, Harley bike mo par

Thoughts and triceps chiseled

I f*ck around and change my name to Zeus on ya'll

Rolling Stones I’m roaming with rich transients

Big wells back stage we’re leery about these laminate n*ggas

Red lights fill the ambients room full of bubba kush stimulants and young Pam Andersons

These white girls they on that white girl

These Hiltons and Lohans they go Conan calling snow man

He get they nose numb, an ounce be looking like a way out where I'm from

Chorus:

Salute to the one’s that made it,

Now I ain’t hatin' but I’m on your a** (Salute)

Meet your new neighbors

And don’t be afraid to salute me back (I said)

We’re moving on up, we got to get up out of here now

I said we’re moving on up,

In my world you either get up or laid down

This go round we, foil the plan of haters

Spoil my family rotten

I forget the haters,

But a traitor is never forgot them

Been through the wringer, numb to crying stop it

Stood in the hurricanes iris like it was nothing

I think I’m Phil Ivey and when the chips down you find out who’s bluffing

The game need a colonic and I may not be the remedy

But I’ma make sure they don’t forget my name like a Kennedy

Try to keep my head though I used to love her

but lately we been lacking chemistry I keep it Danny Glover

She keep falling for the singers very single summer

I keep on calling and the b*tch keep changing her number

We both miss Biggie and Pun so it's hope still

And most of these rappers woulda been Makaveli road kill

They lacking heart so they music I don't feel

And we won't even bother to talk bars

But I still give a...

Chorus:

Salute to the one’s that made it,

Now I ain’t hatin' but I’m on your a** (Salute)

Meet your new neighbors

And don’t be afraid to salute me back (I said)

We’re moving on up, we got to get up out of here now

I said we’re moving on up,

In my world you either get up or laid down

I was politicin' over lunch with Doe

Kickin' that young billionaire rap, Mark Zuckerberg flow

Probably worth a hundred gold bullions

I pull tools on you rap new borns over the green like croutons

We got the one up cause we’re too strong

Triple duck the chain because I heard the third times a charm

Never mind the arm, my left wrist is a death wish

Like Charles Brons', I aint takin' no bronze

Only gold metals and the blue in it got me looking like a bruin

About to ruin what you’re doing

I ain’t never sold pebbles

You can kick rocks all through the kids block

I ain't with in the fairytales fellas

You a lie teller

I'd rather lie Telemundo models on they back and f*ck em 'til they cry yelling

Papi chulo, I remain numero uno

If you lay a finger on me then the army let the tools go

[Chorus:]

Salute to the one’s that made it,

Now I ain’t hatin' but I’m on your a** (Salute)

Meet your new neighbors

And don’t be afraid to salute me back (I said)

We’re moving on up, we got to get up out of here now

I said we’re moving on up,

In my world you either get up or laid down