Lyrics:
dos ""entas"" Não há como parar Dói aqui ... Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O destino está traçado com a P.D.I. Dói aqui ... Dói ali, é a P.D.I. O relógio da vida
The cut was concieved by Freeze from the hit brigade [D.O.P.] It's a mellow type of flow, the kind you snap your fingers to While you're in your car
the homeless With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. Cause we triple O, O triple, triple O.G. Lights out! Game over! If you wanna you can check my
the homeless With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. Cause we triple O, O triple, triple O.G. Lights out! Game over! If you wanna you can check my
Astro-nomical, she kinda basic One of my numbers, send her back to the matrix Red pill, blue pill, what am I takin'? L-A-X on the beat, we stretchin' The P-O-D
smells like lager and fry-up P-R-O-D-U-C-T That's all I will ever be I'm not a name I'm a number I'm not a name I'm a number I am the product of a poor
and Dr. Dre is at the do???/ It???s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P/D O double G Y D O double G, ya see??? 2Pac feat. Dr. Dre ???
Me No D.I.E. Me No Me No R.I.P K.O.D. O.D But that But that D for free VVV On Me V V v veee Me like B.I.G Biggy bigy Me No D.I.E OG no O.D Me No
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my
life That's how we do, so what that P.O.D. like Now what my G-O-D like?
Warren G, yo, I got a cliggy-clock Ends with my nigga SN double O P D O double G Y-D-O double to the G Let me come back 'cause I'm like this, see The LB
the state of my soul P.O.D. and Suicidal that's how we roll (that's how we roll) Never silent, always something to say It's in our blood, California
feel brand new It goes 1, 2, 3, the crew is called P.O.D. And if you want to go to the tiptop Break it down with that one drop [Chorus: x2]
D-O double G, hoes with double Ds, in line to double D Twistin' up the old G, about a whole P, until I O.D. The one they all wanna come and see, hoes
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then) Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then) Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
(ah) Votto 'e sorde p''e cumpagne mieje d''o day one Cchiù forte, so' caduto, ma ce provo ancora So' caduto, ma torno cchiù forte Ce provo fino e
You gotta get down,dance around,floss your style P.O.D. guarantee make it worth your while Bad vibes leave 'em at the door Soulcheck'n, housewreck'n,
now Pour a drink lemme pass that round One time for the cats that doubt On G O D I’m T O P On G O D Not gonna lose I’m taking flight off of shots
venner har du ingen Men et band er til for dig I-L-L-D-I-S-P-O-S-E-D [x4] Die eierlosen nutten Kommen aus'm schulen norden Sind nicht ernst stinken ja
a damn That's 3-1-0-D-A-P-O-U-N-D, W Balls, 187.4 FM On your dial, motherfucker, call in Caller, caller, yes, you're on the line Now, what you got
it doesn't matter I've been, praaaayin, To the G-O-D, you don't wanna see it from my P-O-V. I been takin damage tryna keep it low key, But errbody know
greetings. redrains and sistrains. the P.O.D. comin' at ya, with the fundemental elements of this little place we call the Southtown. we come to ya
you feel it x4 P.O.D. (chanted x4) What's the problem son? You said you wanted some But when I started rocking POD got the job done My Lord said
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