Collard Greens Lyrics - Thoughts & Actions - Kendrick Lamar

Yea, yea, yea 

Uh, uh... yo, yo 

Oh, oh, luxury 

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that 

Oh, oh, collard greens 

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that 

Oh, oh, down with that shit 

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye 

Oh, oh, down with the shit 

This, that, pop this down with the shit 

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Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver 

Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga 

Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots out the liver 

Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit 

Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter 

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object 

Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings 

Lovely, pinky how not I remember 

Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some 

Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue 

Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb 

Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky) 

Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool 

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco 

And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro 

You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo 

Photos 

Oh, oh, luxury 

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that 

Oh, oh, collard greens 

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that 

Oh, oh, down with that shit 

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye 

Oh, oh, down with the shit 

This, that, pop this down with the shit 

Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song 

Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo 

Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero 

Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let's get it 

Nights like this I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this 

I am more than a man, I'm a God bitch, touche, en garde 

Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra 

And when I say "Doo Doo Doo Doo!" Bitch, that be K. Dot 

She want some more of this - I give her more of this, I owe her this 

In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis 

I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus 

And slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch 

I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror 

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest 

Watch it, your optics, poppin' out, you look the weirdest 

Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah! 

Oh, oh, luxury 

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that 

Oh, oh, collard greens 

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that 

Oh, oh, down with that shit 

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye 

Oh, oh, down with the shit 

This, that, pop this down with the shit 

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom 

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em 

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem 

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana 

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker 

Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other 

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama 

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' 

Uh, faded faded faded right 

Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight 

Meet me at the W, and no it's not the westside 

Stick it up your southside (icky icky icky) 

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude 

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes 

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q 

We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too 

Oh, oh, luxury 

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that 

Oh, oh, collard greens 

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that 

Oh, oh, down with that shit 

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye 

Oh, oh, down with the shit 

This, that, pop this down with the shit 

Oh, oh, oh