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which is full of negativity And live it conciously Aiyyo why (why), do you think they call me D.O.P. (D.O.P.) Cause I bring the special delivery (of
pussy got drink Money got swag, game on lock Yeah I got drugs, got pussy, got drink Got money, got swag, got the game on lock V.S.O.P O.D. all night And I
Where is my commission Keep your opinion Product always gold Talking shit has never really been my M O But lately they have had me really P O'd Like
to the streets like the homeless. With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. Cause we triple O, O triple, triple OG. Chiggy-check, microphone check.
gangsta shit? Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
[09:26, 22/03/2020] Baleião ?: Hey esse cara não aquele lá, que é prepotente e fez aquela uma lá Tentou imitar até o linkin park Ou o P.O.D eu sei lá
y'all You're rockin' with the best This is the S-N double O-P D-O double G And uh, it's about time for that dessert So turn your speakers up loud
C o n e l m i e d o a c o r r a l a n d o y e l p r e s e n t i m i e n t o d e s e r v i r d e c a t a p u l t a L a s n o
smoke the-smoke the mandraka Feel like P-Lo though with double rice at Benihana's You got me P.O'd hoe, me eat the beat like Baba Yaga Ya'll got me big
So let that switch blow on his ass I can't fuck with P.O.D. I'm some lame shit, I'ma pop a perk, and once I pop a perk I'ma grab my 40's, hit this
representin' P.O.D, Eh yo QD (what?/wuddup G/ up to u bro) take a trip around with me, Imma drop D, hittin' rhymes at low C (low c ni kasi pitch low c - it's
Wyrick, Rachel's Mourning, Bride, Bloom, Spark, Feezel, Spoken, No Shades of Grey, Living Sacrifice, Midnight Orchestra, Petra, Cope, P.O.D., 70x7,
period. (Killa...) Krayzie I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland/ Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed/ Dozed off, but I was awakened by
to purchase some weed And have a place to P.O.D. when I want to But tryin to make the paper hate it on the world I gotta keep my glock cocked Niggas be
twap twap an té p O. D. Dépi boom bap An Ka cookin lyrikal dope épi panda An Ka going to the moon chausettes sandal Nou pa'a palé ba léta we no randall
a goddam tramp Send rounds like letters I'll leave the stamp MFs talking shit to doom Madvillany I spit in the room Arrived in the P.O.D wit a fucking boom
Ay Yeah Ay N I Q U E with the heat O P on the beat This P O V show we O D D, P O P head B O B I'm a G O D They C O P, Dub G OG I G O, G imma D O G
addicted to Seaweed So-Low gettin' Gold you P-O'd like C3 Greedy with the grind it's my time like child custody Bad Omen when you summon So-Low flowin' from
on my mind and I'm on my grind Who gon' stop me, bitch Play the beat, then I blast off like a rocket ship R.I.P. O.D.D., I'm on my moni shit Tryna be
leave you in Slumberland W-W-What the hecks The deal though Steel toe boots finna feel those Kick you when I'm P-O'd Oh gee I'm know That's 3 more Like
I'm not depressed little starch in my clothes I learned from O. G.'s and men that G O Said you see parole officer you gone be P O'd But don't get locked
games You finna play Scheduled n****s For the grim A dinner date Pulled up to the gates Yall gone have to waite Packing up dope by the crate D-O-P
I-s-t-i-c-e-x-p-i-a-l-i-d-o-c-i-o-u-s! Ensemble: S-u-p-e-r C-a-l-i-f- R-a-g-i-l- I-s-t-i-c-e-x-p-i-a-l-i-d-o-c-i-o-u-s! S-u-p-e-r C-a-l-i-f- R-a-g-i-l-
the flesh If shit ain't right between us We will leave a nigga left Real nigga in the flesh I'm p-o-p you d-u-d You bark up this tree, I'll make you
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