H.O.C.

Lyrics

[Produced by The Drop] [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] 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, then 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 [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, 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 [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] 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 [Outro: 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 (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 [Postlude: Jhené Aiko] Where are we goin'? Why are we slowin' down? Where are you goin'? We should be growin' now