Collard Greens
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh uh, yo ya

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 the 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

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 fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme 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 uh
Fucking 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

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 the 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 aqui
Mami, asi culo
Tu quiero coger mi huevos
Y papi molestes pero
Chuparse puto pendejo
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'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 (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
Popping out, you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the 1-0-5
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 the 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 its not the westside
Stick it up ya south side (Icky icky icky ooh)
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 the 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 aye (oh)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kendrick Lamar's song Collard Greens are filled with a mix of braggadocio and a celebration of black culture. The opening lines of "Oh (oh) luxury/ Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that" sets the tone for the song as Lamar boasts about his ability to purchase whatever he wants. He then jumps into "Oh (oh) collard greens/ Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that," which refers to the leafy green vegetable that is a staple in Southern cuisine. The metaphor is used to contrast with his earlier line about luxury, showing that he embraces both high and low culture.


Lamar continues to rap about smoking and drinking, adding a bit of hedonism to the song before transitioning into a verse about sex. The lyric "Icky, icky, icky uh/ Fucking in the car service/ Thank me for the car pool" is explicit about the encounter, and then Lamar jumps into a Spanish verse that further indulges in lascivious themes. The song ends with Q lauding current black culture and hinting at a party atmosphere with the final lines: "We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too."




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Axel Morgan, Gwendoyn Lorraine Bunn, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ricci Riera

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@fallingbed1

Radio Los Santos

@Xelinan

same

@oli8871

M'y man

@portugal9902

Yup

@littlenopix3101

yup driving full speed on a highway with franklin

@aj-uf8hv

Lmao

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@jenise1959

this song is literally 3 different trends in one😭

@nomeolvides8423

fr 😭 i didn't know this was all in the same song 💀

@anaclara-bz9dj

RIGHT 😊

@pepperony5062

The dance by carson shearer, the other dance with the en garde verse, and what other one?

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