Paroles de H.O.C.
(H.O.C.H.O.C.
All the real smokers gettin H.O.C.
All the real smokers gettin H.O.C.
H.O.C.
Everybody know I spit that other shit
Shit that make u duck for cover shit
Shit make hop out ur seat n slap ur mother shit
Specially when drop drop the beat
I drop jewels like my nut dropped out my briefs
Jump in the booth then shot a heavy rappers dream
They jump in a sona cus I killed they're self steam
That's a jab u should bob n weave
Like Pam like Martin pulls jokes out his sleeve
I go in studio sessions n feel like a nerd
Cus I'm the only nigga there not smokin no herb
Ur telling me the kush make u think on level four
I'm on five ur saying I could level more
In high school my teachers taught I was smoking stress
Didn't know my eyes low cus of genitic defects
I stimulate my mind
Every time I think about the end of time
Creation of men n Calibine
They new bootys they probably need baby powder
My skill shower over ur city for 40 days
40 nights off the chain
Like freedom of slaves
Before u get it twisted like 40 gays
My flow Worth the earth
That's not to be apraise
Thos the type of lines that I'm talkin about
U know the type of rhythms u don't talk about Copy my session on disk when the session ends
So my momma could have it n play it to her friends
Brag on me
Like my son about to win
Some how some day n I don't care when
I might hit the gin one a month
I'll let u in hell like an atheist
Ugh I'll take u back to the ninth grade
When dough boy had me high for Four days
That's my nigga
He a street nigga
Probbaly in yo hood fuckin up yo street nigga.
But anyways I think it was some purple
Told me don't hit it hard becouse it'll hurt u
I Didn't listen i was floting like the Rose Parade
Swear to god a nigga seen some flying fishes
That was the vegas trip
Who the sponsor
The same time I started writing like a fucken monster
A Frankistine everytime this motherfucker ponder
Just underline every letter capital K.D.O.T.
Laying it flat out
Like a tire wit slow leaks Now what u about
Nothing huh
Em I a square cus I don't puff a square
R my raps to blunt to hit the blunt yea
(Thanks to Juice for these lyrics)
Shit that make u duck for cover shit
Shit make hop out ur seat n slap ur mother shit
Specially when drop drop the beat
I drop jewels like my nut dropped out my briefs
Jump in the booth then shot a heavy rappers dream
They jump in a sona cus I killed they're self steam
That's a jab u should bob n weave
Like Pam like Martin pulls jokes out his sleeve
I go in studio sessions n feel like a nerd
Cus I'm the only nigga there not smokin no herb
Ur telling me the kush make u think on level four
I'm on five ur saying I could level more
In high school my teachers taught I was smoking stress
Didn't know my eyes low cus of genitic defects
I stimulate my mind
Every time I think about the end of time
Creation of men n Calibine
They new bootys they probably need baby powder
My skill shower over ur city for 40 days
40 nights off the chain
Like freedom of slaves
Before u get it twisted like 40 gays
My flow Worth the earth
That's not to be apraise
Thos the type of lines that I'm talkin about
U know the type of rhythms u don't talk about Copy my session on disk when the session ends
So my momma could have it n play it to her friends
Brag on me
Like my son about to win
Some how some day n I don't care when
I might hit the gin one a month
I'll let u in hell like an atheist
Ugh I'll take u back to the ninth grade
When dough boy had me high for Four days
That's my nigga
He a street nigga
Probbaly in yo hood fuckin up yo street nigga.
But anyways I think it was some purple
Told me don't hit it hard becouse it'll hurt u
I Didn't listen i was floting like the Rose Parade
Swear to god a nigga seen some flying fishes
That was the vegas trip
Who the sponsor
The same time I started writing like a fucken monster
A Frankistine everytime this motherfucker ponder
Just underline every letter capital K.D.O.T.
Laying it flat out
Like a tire wit slow leaks Now what u about
Nothing huh
Em I a square cus I don't puff a square
R my raps to blunt to hit the blunt yea
(Thanks to Juice for these lyrics)
LAMAR, KENDRICK / BAKER, DARRELL
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