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H.O.C., H. |
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O.C. All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. H.O. |
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C., H.O.C. |
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All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. H.O. |
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C. Everybody know |
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I spit that hunk of shit |
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Shit that make you duck for cover shit |
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Shit that make you hop out your seat and slap your mother shit |
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Especially when |
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Drop drop the beat |
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I drop jewels like my nuts dropped out of my briefs |
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Jump in the booth, then shatter every rapper's dream |
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They jump in a sauna because |
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I killed their self-esteem |
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That's a jab, you should bob and weave like |
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Pam when Martin pulled jokes out his sleeve |
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I go in studio sessions and feel like a nerd cause |
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I'm the only nigga there not smoking no herb |
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You telling me the kush make you think on level four? |
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I'm on five, you saying |
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I can level more? |
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In high school, my teachers thought |
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I was smoking stress |
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Didn't know my eyes low cause of genetic defects |
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I stimulate my mind every time |
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I think about the end of time creation of man and |
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Columbine [Chorus] |
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Bet you think that this some high shit that |
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I wrote Probably think |
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I'm off the kush or the hydro |
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I don't even smoke, |
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I don't even smoke |
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I don't even smoke, |
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I don't even smoke |
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I really appreciate that you share your endo |
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But a sip of |
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Henny is the farthest |
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I would go |
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I don't even smoke, |
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I don't even smoke |
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I don't even smoke, |
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I don't even smoke |
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Look, nowadays everybody think they big chiefers just cause they heard that new tape from |
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Wiz Khalifa |
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Knowing damn well they can't hit the sour |
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They new booties, they probably need baby powder |
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My skill shower over your city for forty days forty nights, off the chain like freedom of slaves |
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Before you get it twisted like forty gays |
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My flow worth the earth, that's not to be appraised |
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Those the type of lines that |
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I'm talking bout |
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You know, the type of rhymes you don't talk about |
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Copy my session on a disc when the session ends so my mama can have it and play it for her friends |
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Brag on me like my son's bout to win |
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Somehow, someday, and |
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I don't care when |
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I might hit the gin once a month |
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I'll let you inhale/in hell, like an atheist [Chorus] |
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Uhh, I'll take you back to the ninth grade when |
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Dough Boy had me high for four days |
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That's my nigga, he a street nigga |
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Probably in your hood ****ing up your street nigga |
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But anyway, |
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I think it was some purple |
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Told me don't hit it hard because it'll hurt you |
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I didn't listen, |
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I was floating like the |
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Rose Parade |
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Swear to God a nigga seen some flying fishes |
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That was the |
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Vegas trip |
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Hooters sponsored |
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The same time |
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I start writing like a ****ing monster |
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I'm Frankenstein every time this mother****er ponders |
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Just underline every letter |
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Capital K- |
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D-O-T, letting it flat out like a tire with slow leaks, and what you bout? |
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Nothing huh? |
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Am I square cause |
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I don't puff a square? |
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Are my raps too blunt to hit the blunt? |
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Yeah [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar (screwed)] |
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H.O.C., H. |
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O.C. All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. (Bitch I'm blowed!) |
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H.O.C., H. |
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O.C. (Bitch I'm blowed!) |
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All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. All the real smokers give me |
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H.O.C. |
