- Kendrick Lamar H.O.C 歌詞
- Kendrick Lamar
- H.O.C., H.
O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. H.O.
C., H.O.C.
All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. H.O.
C. Everybody know
I spit that hunk of 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, then shatter every rappers dream
They jump in a sauna because
I killed their self-esteem
Thats 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
Im the only nigga there not smoking no herb
You telling me the kush make you think on level four?
Im on five, you saying
I can level more?
In high school, my teachers thought
I was smoking stress
Didnt 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 [Chorus]
Bet you think that this some high shit that
I wrote Probably think
Im off the kush or the hydro
I dont even smoke,
I dont even smoke
I dont even smoke,
I dont even smoke
I really appreciate that you share your endo
But a sip of
Henny is the farthest
I would go
I dont even smoke,
I dont even smoke
I dont even smoke,
I dont even smoke
Look, nowadays everybody think they big chiefers just cause they heard that new tape from
Wiz Khalifa
Knowing damn well they cant hit the sour
They new booties, they probably need baby powder
My skill shower over your city for forty days forty nights, off the chain like freedom of slaves
Before you get it twisted like forty gays
My flow worth the earth, thats not to be appraised
Those the type of lines that
Im talking bout
You know, the type of rhymes you dont talk about
Copy my session on a disc when the session ends so my mama can have it and play it for her friends
Brag on me like my sons bout to win
Somehow, someday, and
I dont care when
I might hit the gin once a month
Ill let you inhale/in hell, like an atheist [Chorus]
Uhh, Ill take you back to the ninth grade when
Dough Boy had me high for four days
Thats 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 dont hit it hard because itll hurt you
I didnt 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
Im Frankenstein every time this motherfucker ponders
Just underline every letter
Capital K-
D-O-T, letting it flat out like a tire with slow leaks, and what you bout?
Nothing huh?
Am I square cause
I dont puff a square?
Are my raps too blunt to hit the blunt?
Yeah [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar (screwed)]
H.O.C., H.
O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. (Bitch Im blowed!)
H.O.C., H.
O.C. (Bitch Im blowed!)
All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C.
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