Kendrick Lamar Kendrick Lamar OD: Overly Dedicated lyrics album cover


(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
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)

Songwriters: LAMAR, KENDRICK / BAKER, DARRELL

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