Kendrick Lamar - H.O.C. lyrics

HOC, HOC all the real smokers get me HOC
All the real smokers get me HOC hOC, HOC
All the real smokers get me HOC
All the real smokers get me HOC

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, 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 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

HOC, HOC all the real smokers give me HOC
(Bitch I'm blowed)