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

H.O.C, H.O.C

All the real smokers get me H.O.C

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

Cuz I'm the only nigga there not smokin' no herb

You tellin' me the kush make you think on level 4?

I'm on 5. You sayin' that I can level more?

In high school my teachers thought I was smokin' stress

Didn't know my eyes low cuz 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 hydro

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

Look, nowadays everybody think they're big chiefers

Just cuz 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 talkin' 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 about to win

Somehow some day and I don't care when

I might hit the gin once a month

I'll let you inhale, like an atheist

Uhh, 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 fuckin' 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 floatin' like the Rose Parade, swear to god a nigga seem some flying fishes

That was the Vegas trip, Hooters sponsored

The same time I start writing like a fuckin' monster

I'm Frankenstein every time this motherfucker ponders

Just underline every letter capital K-D-O-T layin' 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

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 I'm blowed!)

H.O.C., H.O.C. (bitch I'm blowed!)

All the real smokers give me H.O.C

All the real smokers give me H.O.C