H.O.C
(专辑: Overly Dedicated - 2010)
H.O.C., H.O.C. All the
real smokers get me H.O.C. All the
real smokers get me H.O.C. H.O.C., H.O.C. All the
real smokers get me H.O.C. All the
real smokers get me H.O.C. Everybody know I
spit that other shit Shit that make you duck for cover shit Shit that make you hop out your seat and slap your mother shit Especially when Drop drop the
beat I
drop jewels like my nuts dropped out of my briefs Jump in the
booth and shatter every rapper's dream They jump in a
sauna because I
killed their self-esteem That's a
jab, you should bob and weave Like Pam when Martin pulled jokes out his sleeve I
go in studio sessions and feel like a
nerd 'Cause I'm the
only nigga there not smoking no herb You telling me the
kush make you think on level four? I'm on five, you saying that I
can level more? In high school, my teachers thought I
was smoking stress Didn't know my eyes low 'cause of genetic defects I
stimulate my mind every time I
think about the
end of time Creation of man, and Columbine Bet you think that this some high shit that I
wrote Probably think I'm off the
kush or the
hydro (Nope) I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
really appreciate that you share your Indo But a
sip of Henny is the
farthest I
would go I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke Look, nowadays everybody think they're big chiefers Just 'cause they heard that new tape from Wiz Khalifa Knowing damn well they can't hit the
sour They're new booties, they probably need baby powder My skill shower over your city for 40 days 40 nights, off the
chain, like freedom of slaves Before you get it twisted, like 40 gays My flow worth the
earth, that's not to be appraised Those the
type of lines that I'm talking 'bout You know the
type of rhymes you don't talk about Copy my session on a
disc when the
session ends So my mamma can have it and play it for her friends Brag on me, like "My son's 'bout to win Somehow, someday, and I
don't care when" I
might hit the
gin once a
month I'll let you inhale, like an atheist Bet you think that this some high shit that I
wrote Probably think I'm off the
kush or the
hydro (Nope) I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
really appreciate that you share your Indo But a
sip of Henny is the
farthest I
would go I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I'll take you back to the
9th grade When Dough Boy had me high for 4
days That's my nigga, he a
street nigga Probably in your hood, fucking up your street, nigga But anyway I
think it was some purple Told me, "Don't hit it hard because it'll hurt you." I
didn't listen, I
was floating like the
Rose Parade Swear to God a
nigga seen some flying fishes That was the
Vegas trip, Hooters sponsored The
same time I
start writing like a
fucking monster I'm Frankenstein every time this motherfucker ponders Just underline every letter, capital K-D-O-T Laying it flat out, like a
tire with slow leaks Now what you 'bout? Nothing huh Am I a
square 'cause I
don't puff a
square? Are my raps too blunt to hit the
blunt? Yeah Bet you think that this some high shit that I
wrote Probably think I'm off the
kush or the
hydro (Nope) I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
really appreciate that you share your Indo But a
sip of Henny is the
farthest I
would go I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke I
don't even smoke, I
don't even smoke H.O.C., H.O.C. All the
real smokers give me H.O.C (Bitch I'm blowed!)