[Chorus: Krayzie]
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My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded (P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded)
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(So high, so high am I.)
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reefer and blunts is all that's needed (needed, needed)
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(So high, so high am I.)
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[Krayzie]
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Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby
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Fucked up--look at you faded
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I am what I am as a thug in the Land
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And that's all that I am
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Damn, you better come join this thugsta party
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Blunt smoke up in your body
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And come get high, get high
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[Chorus]
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[Layzie]
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Let's all get lifted
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Split the swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty
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Now, I've been smokin' out all day long,
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P.O.'d in the back of Krayzie's Caddy
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How in the world did I manage to smoke this many?
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About a hundred, man. Feel it all in my stomach
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To the brain severely blunted,
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And it ain't no shame off in my game
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Hydroponics and Indonesia,
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Even the stress sometimes be creeper,
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So pass me some reefer, want to receive, ah
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Little Lay, givin' you what you need
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Nothin' but the best green leaves
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With a pocket full of cheese, gettin' P.O.D.
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[Chorus]
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[Wish]
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I be so high, feel high. Forgive me Lord,
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But I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul
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Got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff,
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But I just can't get enough
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Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man
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Let him choke, smoke but don't hold on
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Don't hold on, on. No, no
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And if you smoke it with me, yeah
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Then, I'm a smoke it with you
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Y'all, we can smoke it all up
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We can smoke and get ba-
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We can smoke it all up
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We can smoke and get ba-, ba-, ba-, ba-, buzzed
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy]
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P.O.D.'ded that'll get me in my seat
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Hennessy and I ain't too young to be that poetically,
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Here to believe that I get brave, and all on my way,
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In a daze, me puff puff on my reef
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Got a blunt for the thugs and hustlas
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Ain't no bustas in the Mo Thug game
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And it gets me out of all miseries
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Follow the benefits, stay in place
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As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray
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I'll be done, when I reach my own
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Stay free; let the time go pass me by
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Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d.
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[Krayzie]
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I smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah
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Ooh, yeah. Get the blunts and weed
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Fuck the Hennessy; let's focus on these leaves
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Reefer really relax my mind,
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And ask me one more time
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Get a split up, keep it lit up. Can you feel us?
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Get with us, smoke with your nigga
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Somebody told me, you better
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respect the sticky leaves, sticky leaves, sticky leaves
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[Chorus]
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P.O.D.
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Bone Thugs N Harmony |