[Chorus: Krayzie] My nigga, lets get P.O.D.ded [P.O.D.ded, P.O.D.ded] [So high, so high am I.] reefer and blunts is all thats needed [needed, needed] [So high, so high am I.] [Krayzie] Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby Fucked up--look at you faded I am what I am as a thug in the Land And thats all that I am Damn, you better come join this thugsta party Blunt smoke up in your body And come get high, get high Chorus [Layzie] Lets all get lifted Split the swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty Now, Ive been smokin out all day long, P.O.d in the back of Krayzies Caddy How in the world did I manage to smoke this many? About a hundred, man. Feel it all in my stomach To the brain severely blunted, And it aint no shame off in my game Hydroponics and Indonesia, Even the stress sometimes be creeper, So pass me some reefer, want to receive, ah Little Lay, givin you what you need Nothin but the best green leaves With a pocket full of cheese, gettin P.O.D. Chorus [Wish] 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, But I just cant get enough Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man Let him choke, smoke but dont hold on Dont hold on, on. No, no And if you smoke it with me, yeah Then, Im a smoke it with you Yall, we can smoke it all up We can smoke and get ba- We can smoke it all up We can smoke and get ba-, ba-, ba-, ba-, buzzed Chorus [Bizzy] P.O.D.ded thatll get me in my seat Hennessy and I aint too young to be that poetically, Here to believe that I get brave, and all on my way, In a daze, me puff puff on my reef Got a blunt for the thugs and hustlas Aint no bustas in the Mo Thug game And it gets me out of all miseries Follow the benefits, stay in place As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray Ill be done, when I reach my own Stay free; let the time go pass me by Stay high, Im P.O.D.d. P.O.D.d. [Krayzie] I smoke on nothin but the best of buddah Ooh, yeah. Get the blunts and weed Fuck the Hennessy; lets focus on these leaves Reefer really relax my mind, And ask me one more time Get a split up, keep it lit up. Can you feel us? Get with us, smoke with your nigga Somebody told me, you better respect the sticky leaves, sticky leaves, sticky leaves Chorus
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
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