H.O.C

H.O.C, H.O.C
 All the real smokers get me H.O.C
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 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 momma can have it and play it for her friends
 Brag on me, like "My son's 'bout to win
 Somehow, some day, and I don't care when"
 I might hit the gin once a month
 I'll let you in-hale, 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 mothafucker 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
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 H.O.C., H.O.C
 
 All the real smokers give me H.O.C
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 (Bitch I'm blowed!)