Lyrics:
And the twelve step program 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
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
to the groove, lemme hear you say ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)!
Hoo, hoo
P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D
P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D
P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D
P-O-S-S-E-S-S-E-D
Have you ever
D I S E E L O T ‘ S O F J U D A S R O U N D M E S E E I N G S H E R I G H T N O W. W E N T A N D A T E T H E A P P L E O F F
T H E
O P I D R O
F I L L U 2 T O
L S A D S
L S A D S
1 B Z L
S N O L
R I V A 16 I E
T O 100 L M R S I E
D I N S L R A
T O A 20 Q
16 N E 1000 A
T O A M
Set it on fire
I'm the glitch in the code
Rock 'n roll
Here we go
Neo Tokyo is about to e.x.p.l.o.d.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,
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]
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'd
playing Lou Reed
French shorty in the blue tweed
Know the right temp for sous vide
D-o-p-p h-o-p-p, d-o-p-p h-o-p-p
D-o-p-p h-o-p-p, d-o-p-p h-o-p-p
life
That's how we do, so what that P.O.D. like
Now what my G-O-D like?
https://youtu.be/W5pD5o_lgNU
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
o d o r o
Po po po pomodoro
P o m o d o r o
P o m o d o r o
Un un un un un pomodoro
of it
Broke hoes talkin down on me
But I'm proud of it
P R O U D bitch
P R O U D bitch
P R O U D bitch
P R O U D bitch
Fucked ya man, just got
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'd
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
me You say you ballin', R.C.E
Too high in the air like P.O.D
Put this shit on, I'm too O.D
Ain't too long to R.I.P
Pull out feezy record like Polo G
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
And the twelve step program 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
fresh
Fresh esh you guys think am stress
Am stress ess
In my company am the CEO
I don’t like playing with the police D.p.o
D.p.o, D.p.o, D.p.o
. boxes got me P.O.'d
You saw my emails with CeCe when you wasn't CC'd
I'm on my way to halfway my baby I need you to meet me
You talkin' bout I had the key
and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record
It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G
I'm
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