Lyrics:
Let's get P.O.D.'ded
I be so high, feel high, forgive me Lord
But I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul
Got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff
at the P-L-O (P-L-O)
Where you think he got it from?
P-L-O (P-L-O)
Come and dig your pockets at the P-L-O (P-L-O)
P-L-O (P-L-O)
P-L-O (P-L-O)
Raised me
on top
Then I hit it from the side, watch me slide
P-O-V, P-O-V
Then we hit a new position, she on T-O-P
Top, she on top (okay)
Turn the camera on,
don't, here's your membership
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know
P-p-p-poker face
P-p-poke her face
Me first!
She wanna have whatever she like
She can if she bring her friend
And we can have one hell of a night
don't, here's your membership
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
P-R-I-V-A-C-Y is priceless to me
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
don't, here's your membership
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know
of means
Socialize with presidents and queens
Reply
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847
I've described me very poorly
Better try again
Quiet, sincere,
of means
Socialize with presidents and queens
Reply
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847
I've described me very poorly
Better try again
Quiet, sincere,
[E] You know I had to diss her! I told her don't mess with me you know?
[P] But why you gotta be bothering with that skeezer? That was way back
[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
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
touch, touch (make it real loud)
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-R-T-P-O-P
everything copacetic y'all? (kind of a-o-k)
Perfection
(yo yo yo, what we talkin bout, what we talkin bout)
Perfection
(most definitely)
I got
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
I'm back E. Serm, no pressure
Ricochet off niggas, call me Odessa
Huh, shotgun no tec on the dresser
Whoever claims to be fresh, me and P is
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better to concentrate on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
I told you,
The killing fist of the human beast
P.O.P., prodigies of peace
Hear me when I'm calling you
From my knees
I am playing for a better day
Playing for
I'm I-E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I p-plastic
P-plastic do-o-o-o-oll
P-plastic, technologic
Open me up and cut me loose
I come with a purse and new shoes
read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck
poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
who dies?
(P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU) Not me
(P,L,YOU, P,L,YOU) Or you
Oh you claim distressed
When you are so casually blessed
With a look in the alleyway
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