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    YING YANG TWINS

    Chemically Imbalanced 2006 ©

    Collard Greens

    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

    2006 ©

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