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I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d Fiend for the green leaves Double up for
get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff puff to the brain, shot Love P-O-D
get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff puff to the brain, shot Love P-O-D
It's Wish Bone, no shorts gotta get mine, Yeah it's my time, Me and my thugs smokin' chokin' Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine [Chorus] [Flesh N
neighbors know Just how far you'll go Keep away from it fucker You maybe fucking with kids But you've never seen fuckers play with you like this P E D O Can
feeling more alive Let me introduce you to The new u-p-d-o-g Pre-Chorus: u-p-d-o-g Forget the old me u-p-d-o-g Nothing but change in my pocket Chorus:
Wu-Tang forever Who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B Comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard
Wanna get a pound of that floatin' stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff) And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland it's
blunts And ya lovin (x4) We alright We alright Hell yeah We feelin alright (x2) I been fucked up since the last sweet song P.O.D.'d the whole night
a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. d when it
and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up,
night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked up state of mind Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die Why
Wanna get a pound of that floatin' stuff, some of that smoke and puff (puff) And if you smoke enough you sure enough get P.O.D.'ed Cleveland it's
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes
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]
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
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
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,
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
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
life That's how we do, so what that P.O.D. like Now what my G-O-D like?
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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