too Green Sleeves, you're all alone The leaves have fallen, the men are gone Green Sleeves, there's no one home Not even the Lady Green Sleeves Green sleeves
in captivity. Green sleeves, you're all alone, the leaves have fallen, the men have gone. Green sleeves, there's no one home, not even the Lady Green Sleeves
Green Sleeves (Robert Burns) Green sleeves and tartan ties Mark my true love where she lies; I'll be at her or she rise, My
my mouth Wit a Corona in my left hand You try to front I'll coma your best man I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve Then
is that I'm in No pain, no profit P, I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is Cherry M3s with the top back Red and green G's all on my hat North
rage of Harlem Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so cold Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon green We got a one yay, Celine Deion white, green
you mothafuckers It's a hip-hop holocaust Yeah, you just found the right superheroes To take care of that shit, mothafucker Head rush and green stinky
[Intro - Royce talking] You are now rocking to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse
the wrong button. I pull out my Jimmy Bone switchblade and start guttin' Nigga you aint never known pain, you don't want this in your jugular vein Rusted blades make gan green
that there's a deadly virus That's sweeping through the urban community The side-effects cannot often be seen Because your pockets will not turn green
to spend it And yes, I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens Mice'll run all over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green
5, got tricks up in my sleeve Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggaz need green We bleed different, we
like Willie hutch You might've bumped into me on the riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2 percent
steady get them starbucks like magic so much money that these women won't leave plus I got a couple other tricks up my sleeve cos.. [Chorus] it's Cris
red flag The curse of Bin Laden, boats don't float across His ghostly bones said "Rise up with green moss" Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave Audie on the sleeve
Central Coast Family Some wicked shit pounding out your box A little something to bump when you're cooking them rocks We all got our own ways of making the green