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(H.O.C. H.O.C. All the real smokers gettin H.O.C. All the real smokers gettin H.O.C. H.O.C. Everybody know I spit that other shit Shit that make u duck for cover shit Shit make hop out ur seat n slap ur mother shit Specially when drop drop the beat I drop jewels like my nut dropped out my briefs Jump in the booth then shot a heavy rappers dream They jump in a sona cus I killed they're self steam That's a jab u should bob n weave Like Pam like Martin pulls jokes out his sleeve I go in studio sessions n feel like a nerd Cus I'm the only nigga there not smokin no herb Ur telling me the kush make u think on level four I'm on five ur saying I could level more In high school my teachers taught I was smoking stress Didn't know my eyes low cus of genitic defects I stimulate my mind Every time I think about the end of time Creation of men n Calibine Letras de canciones Look now a days everybody think they big chiffers Just cus they herad that new tape from Wiz Kahlifia Knowing damn well they can't hit sour They new bootys they probably need baby powder My skill shower over ur city for 40 days 40 nights off the chain Like freedom of slaves Before u get it twisted like 40 gays My flow Worth the earth That's not to be apraise Thos the type of lines that I'm talkin about U know the type of rhythms u don't talk about Copy my session on disk when the session ends So my momma could have it n play it to her friends Brag on me Like my son about to win Some how some day n I don't care when I might hit the gin one a month I'll let u in hell like an atheist Ugh I'll take u back to the ninth grade When dough boy had me high for Four days That's my nigga He a street nigga Probbaly in yo hood fuckin up yo street nigga. But anyways I think it was some purple Told me don't hit it hard becouse it'll hurt u I Didn't listen i was floting like the Rose Parade Swear to god a nigga seen some flying fishes That was the vegas trip Who the sponsor The same time I started writing like a fucken monster A Frankistine everytime this motherfucker ponder Just underline every letter capital K.D.O.T. Laying it flat out Like a tire wit slow leaks Now what u about Nothing huh Em I a square cus I don't puff a square R my raps to blunt to hit the blunt yea (Thanks to Juice for these lyrics) From Letras Mania