| Song | Collard Greens ft. Schoolboy Q |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | King Of New York |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook] | |
| Luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that | |
| Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that | |
| Down with that **********t, drink this, smoke this, get down with the **********t, aye | |
| Down with the **********t, cop this, pop this, down with the **********t | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver | |
| Watch this, no tick, yeah, I’m the ********** | |
| Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver | |
| Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer | |
| 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, fiending | |
| Give me, give me, give me some | |
| Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue | |
| Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb | |
| Blow it baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky-icky) | |
| ******g in the car service, thank me for the car pool | |
| Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco | |
| And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro | |
| You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] | |
| Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song | |
| Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo | |
| Tu quiero coger mi huevos, y papi molestes pero | |
| Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron – let's get it | |
| Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this | |
| And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, **********, touche, en garde | |
| Toupée drop and her two ********** pop out of that tank top and bra | |
| And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo," **********, 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 ********** | |
| I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror | |
| Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest | |
| Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest | |
| Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Bummy ********** famous, straight from the bottom | |
| Broke **********s hate it, still never robbed 'em | |
| Guns in the ba******t, out they have a problem | |
| Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana | |
| Function on fire, burn the roof off this *********a | |
| Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other | |
| ****** steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama | |
| Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a ********** fiending | |
| Faded-faded-faded right | |
| Shot glass super size, she gon' get some ********** tonight | |
| Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside | |
| Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky-icky) | |
| Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude | |
| What these **********s make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes | |
| Smoking ****** and drinking, all the college students loving Q | |
| We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook | |
| Luxury, chidichingching could buy anything, cop that | |
| Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that | |
| Down with that t, drink this, smoke this, get down with the t, aye | |
| Down with the t, cop this, pop this, down with the t | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver | |
| Watch this, no tick, yeah, I' m the | |
| Gang rap, Xmas, smoke, shots I deliver | |
| Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer | |
| Shake it, break it, hothot for the winter | |
| Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object | |
| Rock it, blastblast, new beginnings | |
| Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiending | |
| Give me, give me, give me some | |
| Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue | |
| Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb | |
| Blow it baby, no Saddam Ickyickyicky | |
| g in the car service, thank me for the car pool | |
| Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco | |
| And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro | |
| You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song | |
| Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo | |
| Tu quiero coger mi huevos, y papi molestes pero | |
| Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron let' s get it | |
| Nights like this, I' m a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this | |
| And I' m more than a man, I' m a God, , touche, en garde | |
| Toupe e drop and her two pop out of that tank top and bra | |
| And when I say " Doodoodoodoo," , 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 | |
| I' m famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror | |
| Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest | |
| Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest | |
| Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Bummy famous, straight from the bottom | |
| Broke s hate it, still never robbed ' em | |
| Guns in the ba t, out they have a problem | |
| Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana | |
| Function on fire, burn the roof off this a | |
| Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other | |
| steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama | |
| Runs in the family, puffpuff keep a fiending | |
| Fadedfadedfaded right | |
| Shot glass super size, she gon' get some tonight | |
| Meet me at the W, and no it' s not the Westside | |
| Stick it up ya Southside Ickyickyicky | |
| Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude | |
| What these s make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes | |
| Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q | |
| We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too | |
| Hook |
| Hook | |
| Luxury, chidichingching could buy anything, cop that | |
| Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that | |
| Down with that t, drink this, smoke this, get down with the t, aye | |
| Down with the t, cop this, pop this, down with the t | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver | |
| Watch this, no tick, yeah, I' m the | |
| Gang rap, Xmas, smoke, shots I deliver | |
| Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer | |
| Shake it, break it, hothot for the winter | |
| Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object | |
| Rock it, blastblast, new beginnings | |
| Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiending | |
| Give me, give me, give me some | |
| Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue | |
| Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb | |
| Blow it baby, no Saddam Ickyickyicky | |
| g in the car service, thank me for the car pool | |
| Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco | |
| And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro | |
| You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar | |
| Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song | |
| Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo | |
| Tu quiero coger mi huevos, y papi molestes pero | |
| Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron let' s get it | |
| Nights like this, I' m a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this | |
| And I' m more than a man, I' m a God, , touche, en garde | |
| Toupé e drop and her two pop out of that tank top and bra | |
| And when I say " Doodoodoodoo," , 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 | |
| I' m famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror | |
| Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest | |
| Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest | |
| Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Bummy famous, straight from the bottom | |
| Broke s hate it, still never robbed ' em | |
| Guns in the ba t, out they have a problem | |
| Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana | |
| Function on fire, burn the roof off this a | |
| Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other | |
| steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama | |
| Runs in the family, puffpuff keep a fiending | |
| Fadedfadedfaded right | |
| Shot glass super size, she gon' get some tonight | |
| Meet me at the W, and no it' s not the Westside | |
| Stick it up ya Southside Ickyickyicky | |
| Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude | |
| What these s make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes | |
| Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q | |
| We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too | |
| Hook |