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My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded [P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded] . . .
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].

Slow down, make it too
Snuff the punk
I'm gettin' tired of you chump
Bass in your face
You'll get a taste fo the P.O.D. funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
[Chorus: Krayzie]
My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded [P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded] 
[So high, so high am I.]
reefer and blunts is all that's needed
punks on dope)
White punks on dope
(White punks on dope)
White punks on d-o-p-e
(White punks on d-o-p-e)
White punks on d-o-p-e
(White punks
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
to move
The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove
So with the mic in my hand let me state this now
You can get with this, no way no how
Forget
on

It's the P.O.D. on the mic rockin' the set
In case you didn't know Payable On Death
Making suckers drop, kick'n non stop
The hard rock'n thrash, with
ones in P.O.D. and we're the last ones out
He's coming back
He's coming back for me and you
the house, stand clear
P.O.D. in the house, stand clear
If Jah is for me, tell me who I'm goin' fear
No I won't fear
And Jah of Jacob is deserving of my
P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded)

The weed can't get no better (no better baby)

Twenty dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, you gone
P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded)

The weed can't get no better (no better baby)

Twenty dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, you gone
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee

Me
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee

Me
life
That's how we do, so what that P.O.D. like
Now what my G-O-D like?
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: x 2]
out)
Let's get P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded)

[Chorus (Bizzy Bone)]
The weed can't get no better (no better baby)

[Bizzy Bone]
Twenty dollar
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:]
Execute
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]
Love is mind games
Love is mind games

She complains, you listen nice
Then get's P.O.'d by your advice
She waits until it's time for bed
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
S-N-double O-P-D-O double gizzle 'n J Tizzle 
S-N-double O-P-D-O double gizzle 'n J Tizzle 
S-N-double O-P-D-O double gizzle 'n J Tizzle
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
couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'