Let's get P.O.D.'ded (D' ded)(So high, so high am I)...
-Krayzie Bone-
Slow down, don’t make it too smoky for you, baby/ (Cenz.) look at ya faded/ I am what I am as a thug in the Land, and that's all that I am/ Damn, you better come join this thugsta party/ Blunt smoke up in your body/ And come get high.....
-Layzie Bone-
Let's all get lifted/ Split the Swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty/ Now, I've been smokin' out all day long, P.O.'d in the back of Krayzie's 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 (Cenz.), and it ain't no shame off in my game/ (Cenz.) and (Cenz.), even the stress sometimes be creeper, so pass me some (Cenz.)/ Watch you receive, uh/ Little Lay, givin' you what you need/ Nothin' but the best green leaves with a pocket full of cheese, gettin' P.O.D.’d (P.O.D.’d)
-Chorus-
-Wish Bone-
I be so high, feel high/ Forgive me Lord, but I feel like the weed be blessin' my soul/ Gotta smoke that sticky, smelly stuff, but I just can't get enough/ Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man/ Let him choke, smoke but don't hold on, don't hold on, on/ No, no/ And if ya smoke it with me, yeah, then, I'm a smoke it with you/ Y'all, 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, buzzed, y’all
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Get P.O.D.'ded, that'll get me in my seat/ Hennessy entity enter me, and poetically, here to believe that I can breathe, and all of my ways in a daze, me puff puff on my reef/ Got a blunt for the thug and hustlas/ Ain't no bustas in the Mo Thug clique/ Then it gets me out of my miseries, part of the benefits, stay in place/ As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and praise/ I'll be done, wanna teach my young, stay free/ Let the time go and pass me by/ Stay high, I'm (P.O.D.'d...)
-Krayzie Bone-
We’re smokin’ nothin' but the best of buddah/ Ooh, ya get (Cenz.) Hennessy, let's focus on these leaves/ (Cenz.) really relax my mind, and ask me one more time (Time)/ Get it split up, keep it lit up/ Can you feel us?/ Get with us, smoke with your (Cenz.)/ Somebody told me (Told me), you better respect the sticky leaves.....
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album The Collection, Volume 1