| Burn one, smoke some
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| Who got tha blunts, blazin one
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| Lift it in ya hand, then raise em up, light em up, take a puff
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| Inhale, exhale, what’s that smell, can’t you tell
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| Talkin bout that god damn herbal tea, puffin on damn marijuana trees
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| What’s wrong with these, real G’s, goin in, all stank
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| Everybody pullin out a bag of dank, shit in the air, so funky stank
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| What the hell, might as well, smoke em all, we can ball
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| Sit down playa before you fall, sesh kickin in on all of y’all
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| Now take it in, through the nose
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| Hold the smoke, let it go
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| If ya choke, then you know, that’s that, sell some mo'
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| Fill up the weed pipe, keep all the seeds tight
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| Do one hit it, mine does always keep me high,
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| Gimme that green hella green, or that reefer cheba
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| Let me show you how we, put em up, put em up, get a little high
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| Gotta go get dank, stop at the liquor store, get dat drank
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| Don’t forget yo blunts, and yo razor
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| Tell yo folks you were high, let em later, don’t wanna save a
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| Split the blunt, dump the tobacco, leave the paper, then put in the weed
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| Roll it up, then grab yo lighter, ain’t no way you can get no higher
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| Take it from me, I smoke everyday, ridin away, gotta cheap that hay
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| By the road, yes here that’s right, gettin fucked up (that's riiight!)
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| Just an average day in ma hood, in the wood, baby liquors all good
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| Comin straight from the ATL, DC that’s what we all grill
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| Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air
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| Pour some liquor, for your niece who ain’t there
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| Gotta get this shit crunked up, sittin around, just gettin fucked up, yup
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| Mary Jane, is my, everythang, And I, think I love her, more than a lady
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| She’ll never kick me out the door, or try to play me
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| I guess that that’s the reason, she my muthafuckin baby
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| TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mary got my HEART
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| Only thing can stop my from dyin with her is GOD
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| I don’t know bout YOU, but I know bout ME
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| Yes INDEED, I’m a smoke WEED
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| All we do is smoke weed, get it till we see or call the weed man
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| I love that shit with no seeds in it, shit that have purple leaves in it
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| Shit that smell like outdoor, but we call that shit indoor
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| I grow, purple, we don’t fuck with it
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| If yo weed got seeds in it, you can keep that shit
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| Cause I’m a hella reefer choka, big weed smoka
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| Cause nigga we smoke that quick green, that shit that we call collard green, yep |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Collard Greens, artist - Ying Yang Twins. Album song Chemically Imbalanced, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп