作词 : Lamar, Kendrick
作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick
H.O.C., H.
O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. H.O.
C., H.O.C.
All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. H.O.
C. Everybody know
I spit that hunk of ************t
************t that make you duck for cover ************t
************t that make you hop out your seat and slap your mother ************t
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 ******* there not smoking no herb
You telling me the kush make you think on level four?
I'm on five, you saying
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]
Bet you think that this some high ************t that
I wrote Probably think
I'm off the kush or the hydro
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 endo
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 big chiefers just cause they heard that new tape from
Wiz Khalifa
Knowing damn well they can't hit the sour
They new booties, they probably need baby powder
My skill shower over your city for forty days forty nights, off the chain like freedom of slaves
Before you get it twisted like forty 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 mama 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/in hell, like an atheist [Chorus]
Uhh, I'll take you back to the ninth grade when
Dough Boy had me high for four days
That's my *******, he a street *******
Probably in your hood ******* up your street *******
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 ******* seen some flying fishes
That was the
Vegas trip
Hooters sponsored
The same time
I start writing like a ******* monster
I'm Frankenstein every time this mother****** ponders
Just underline every letter
Capital K-
D-O-T, letting it flat out like a tire with slow leaks, and what you bout?
Nothing huh?
Am I ************ cause
I don't puff a ************?
Are my raps too blunt to hit the blunt?
Yeah [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar (screwed)]
H.O.C., H.
O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. (************ I'm blowed!)
H.O.C., H.
O.C. (************ I'm blowed!)
All the real smokers give me
H.O.C. All the real smokers give me
H.O.C.