Monday, June 10, 2013

Schoolboy Q - Collard Greens Lyrics (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

Schoolboy Q releases his brand new single "Collard Greens", featuring Kendrick Lamar. The track is produced by THC and co-produced by Gwen Bunn. It will live on Q's debut album "Oxymoron".

Collard Greens Lyrics by Schoolboy Q Ft. Kendrick Lamar

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Oh oh, luxury
Chiddy ching ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh oh, collard greens
Three degrees low making half of me, drop that
Oh oh down with that shit
Drink shit smoke spiffs smoke with the shit, aye
Oh oh down with the shit
Pop this, pop this down with the shit

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Smoke this, drink this
Straight to my liver
Watch this, no tic
Yea I’m the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas
Smoke, shots out the liver, faded, Vegas
Might sponsor the killer
Shake it, break it
Hot for the winter
Drop it cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast blast new beginnings, lovely
Thinkin’ how not I remember
Gimme gimme gimme some
Freak the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my leak and snatch your buns
Loose it then don’t make it numb
Blow it baby, no Sudan
Icky icky icky
Fucking in the car service
Thank you for the car pool
Chromosome thoughtful
Prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco
Popping since the intro
You shopping from the window
Play my favorite tempo


[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hold up biatch
This your favorite song
Translation, ven aqui, Mami, asi culo
Tu quero comer mi guevos
Si poppin’ tu es perro pasa bendeho
El pinche cabron
Let’s get it
Nights like this I’mma knight like this
Sword in my hand I fight like this
I am more than a man I’mma God
Bitch touche en garde
Tupe drop and the beat just pop
Under that tank top and bra
And when I say
Thuu thuu thuu
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 for kiss
I know my Houston partner drop a four on this four kisses
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 eye fixed poppin’ out you look the weirdest
Pop my top with a 105, head no power steering ah


[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it
Still never robbed them guns in the basement
Out neff have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
Water is garlic go crazy like no other weeds
We steady blowing
Pass the boy to the mamma, runs in the family
Fuck keep a nigga fiending 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 lovin’ Q
We gon’ turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too