(feat. Marcos Curiel of P.O.D.) Hey...stay...nappy roots....yeah...hey.. Now if the world was my

'em, Snuff 'em Snuff the Punk, Snuff the Punk 2x P.O.D. hit one more time for those that don

the show, he's got control of my soul chorus Can you feel it 4x P.O.D. (chant 4x) What's the problem son

it lovely, give you want you want hear No, you won't hear And Matisyahu in the house, stand clear P.O.D

hard but you know we got soul I'm strapped yes, we're packed and it's about time Jesus go my back, P.O.D

brand new It goes 1, 2, 3, the crew is called P.O.D. And if you want to go to the tip top Break it down

on everything My soul brings you men, right Somebody everythin' P.O.D. is a leadin' on the way for the trinity P.O.D

This is America P.O.D and Santana Live in la casa Live and direct To you and yours Your America

With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D. 'Cause we triple O, oh triple, triple OG Chiggy-check, microphone

a star Everybody in the party knows who we are You gotta get down, dance around, floss your style P.O.D