Out in the country
Far from all the soot
and noise of the city
There's a village green
It's been a long time
Since I last set eyes
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green
'Twas there I met a girl
called Daisy
And kissed her
by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy
I saw fame
And so I left the village green
I miss the village green
And all the simple people
I miss the village green
The church, the clock
the steeple
I miss the morning dew
fresh air and Sunday school
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities
American tourists flock
to see the village green
They snap their photographs
and say Gawd darn it
Isn't it a pretty scene
And Daisy's married Tom
the grocer boy
And now he owns a grocery
I miss the village green
And all the simple people
I miss the village green
The church, the clock
the steeple
I miss the morning dew
fresh air and Sunday school
And I will return there
And I'll and Daisy
And we'll sip tea, laugh
And talk about the village green
We will laugh and talk about
the village green
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!