P O D - Live And Die lyrics

[Pudgee]

Well hello hello hello and how ya doin

Don't play ball, lay up with girls like Patrick Ewing

I'm rarely known to play games, that's why some think I'm strange

Not ashamed, I rock the blues like Etta James

I do a job like a man should, and I'm damn good

Take care of problems like Larry Davis would

And so, with no one's help at it, you'll be the last to eat

They spent their allowance on my masterpiece

I'm known for givin you please, yeah I do it with ease

One of America's top ten, ask Rick Dees

Bein I'm fat (fat!) baby got back (back!)

Yeah baby got back but my back is a bunch of black

[Chorus]

[L.O.N.S. x3] "Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe?"

"And it just won't stop

We gonna rock the beat until we hit the top"

[Pudgee]

I'm not the person to meet, or do a record with, you just can't compete

I hate your song, like Eddie Murphy hates ugly feet

I heard that you threw a fit, the day ya heard my shit

Oh and I say liked a lot, cause you liked my shit

The race was over from the moment that I entered it

You musta liked likin like, you remembered it

I'm never gonna be finished now, shouldn'ta started me

I spit in your face like Charles Barkley

I'ma be the crazy, like Moms Mabley

And make more hits than Puerto Ricans make babies

Don't take it personal man, that's just me though

We're good at everything like Vanessa Del Rio

[Chorus]

[L.O.N.S. x4] "Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe?"

[scratching interlude]

[Pudgee]

I'm a performer but before I perform I better warn ya

that you're gonna be a goner nigga if I have to put it on ya

Nigga, acts on a bat I be earnin 'em

Sendin more niggaz to clinics than bitches that be burnin 'em

I got the style that gets plenty fed, many fed

The style so fat it's on a diet down at Jenny Craig

They tryin to put me on death row, for givin a def blow

But they don't know there's many more deaths to go

You keep on tryin witcha old school flow

But you look stupider than Jodeci at an awards show

I want the people to know you ain't live

And that you couldn't rock

if you was on the show that came on channel 5 (rock live nigga)

Your whole career will be over like Gerardo

You'll have more broken arms than Geraldo

All over walls, memories are plastered

of people who fucked with the Phat Bastard

[Chorus]

[L.O.N.S. x4] "Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe?"