Ying Yang Twins Featuring Lil John & Eastside Boys - Collard Greens Songtexte

Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (yes indeed!)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (no sticks, no seeds!)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (in my weed!)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens

Burn one, smoke some
Who got tha blunts, blazin one
Lift it in ya hand, then raise em up, light em up, take a puff
Inhale, exhale, what's that smell, can't you tell
Talkin bout that god damn herbal tea, puffin on damn marijuana trees
What's wrong with these, real g's, goin in, all stank
Everybody pullin out a bag of dank, shit in the air, so funky stank
What the hell, might as well, smoke em all, we can ball
Sit down playa before you fall, sesh kickin in on all of y'all
Now take it in, through the nose
Hold the smoke, let it go
If ya choke, then you know, that's that, sell some mo'
Fill up the weed pipe, keep all the seeds tight
Do one hit it, mine does always keep me high,

Gimme that green hella green, or that reefer cheba
Let me show you how we, put em up, put em up, get a little high
Gotta go get dank, stop at the liquor store, get dat drank
Don't forget yo blunts, and yo razor
Tell yo folks you were high, let em later, don't wanna save a
Split the blunt, dump the tobacco, leave the paper, then put in the weed
Roll it up, then grab yo lighter, ain't no way you can get no higher
Take it from me, I smoke everyday, ridin away, gotta cheap that hay
By the road, yes here that's right, gettin fucked up (that's riiight!)
Just an average day in ma hood, in the wood, baby liquors all good
Comin straight from the atl, dc that's what we all grill
Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air
Pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there
Gotta get this shit crunked up, sittin around, just gettin fucked up, yup
Mary jane, is my, everythang, and I, think I love her, more than a lady
She'll never kick me out the door, or try to play me
I guess that that's the reason, she my muthafuckin baby
Till death do us part, mary got my heart
Only thing can stop my from dyin with her is god
I don't know bout you, but I know bout me
Yes indeed, I'm a smoke weed
All we do is smoke weed, get it till we see or call the weed man

I love that shit with no seeds in it, shit that have purple leaves in it
Shit that smell like outdoor, but we call that shit indoor
I grow, purple, we don't fuck with it
If yo weed got seeds in it, you can keep that shit
Cause I'm a hella reefer choka, big weed smoka
Cause nigga we smoke that quick green, that shit that we call collard green, yep