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P$C Album


25 To Life (09/20/2005)
09/20/2005
1.
25 To Life
2.
Westside
3.
Fuck Where Ya From
4.
5.
6.
7.
Like A Movie
8.
Lookin' Shife
9.
Still I Luv Her
10.
Coming Down
11.
Mess It Up
12.
Touch Something
13.
Murder Game
14.
15.
#1 Crew
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25 To Life

[No lyrics]

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Westside

[No lyrics]

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Fuck Where Ya From

[No lyrics]

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Hey, hey, hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang) hey, hey (do ya thang) hey, hey (X2)

Fresh out the house got the beat on suicide as I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive,
standin tall lookin down on the bloody boys snitchin all day I look around on the block.

I'm in a silver SL five pound on the block, aintcha ever seen a young playa clown on the Draw,
(do ya thang) Aint nuttin to a G gang spit fluently, gruesome hoe's pursuin me,
as if there's more than two of me

Monday my Chevy’s orange(orrnge) and Tuesday its ocean blue
28's sit over, you Ferrari drops and Rovers too,(do ya thang)
Hoes sit'em out, T.Vs I'mma flip'em out, 50 bricks they ain't shit, tell 'em niggaz "shift it out".

I'm commin down shinnin rose gold feelin like a magpoles, Cadillac with five hoes, make these suckas hate mo', (do ya thang)
Damn right pimp we do this every night with the same big faces make these lame hoes bite.

CHORUSX2
I got that top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got it real now (real now)
I want sum bluts now (bluts now)
Do ya thang(im doin it)X4

I'm in the hood in a drop top, super-sport, mesh leather horses, holla and the Porsche is fallin niggas on their porches holla (do ya thang )
They call me thunder bill cut me down to somethin else, shorty somethin else, hot enough to make the sukas melt

I got a friutloop Chevy followin me on 24's look at your own Cutlass green diamond purple hearts (do ya thang) A James Bond car Drizzled as a porn star spring we was green, so my Cutlass is a orange car

I got a curly haired, dirty red bra, eatin lemon heads, leanin in the Lincoln with a pump by her left leg, (do ya thang) lookin in the tan and getcha left side then leave ya laid out and lay wood by the lake bitch.

Color coated rims chop the streets till they rock up, muscle cars straight buckin look how it stands up, yeah I'm in the ride look like a fruit drink, it makes these hoes thirsty when they see the pineapple paint

CHORUSX2
I got that top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got it real now (real now)
I want sum blots now (blots now)
Do ya thang (im doin it) X4

Baby that green,drop coupes that cream, earrings in my ear look like a baby flat screen (do ya thang)
I'm doin it, my neck piece green, ice rubberliscous perk, imma grand hustle king.

"Super-Clean" is on the scene; Italian leather match the Polo boots, and the wood grain lame I'll show you how to do the do (do ya thang) blowin fruits same flavor as the candy gloss in the backseat got a freak pullin her panties off.

"Arrr!" weigh the anchor on the Cuban link chain, diamonds stacked on top of diamonds, custom made pinky ring (do ya thang) fishin hats, Polo shorts with the Polo man, wearin blue and tan in the blue and tan Avalanche.

Daddy’s never had a chance, set up in the Avalanche, they hopped out the van and startin shootin like the cameraman, top down, hit the switch an let it drop down, passin by the underground, they can hear me underground.

CHORUSX2
I got the top down (top down)
I got the tints now (tints now)
I got it real now (real now)
I want sum bluts now (bluts now)
Do ya thang(im doin it) X4

(outro)
heh (do ya thang)
(do ya thang)

. . .


What chu wanna do wit em on this one man?
The Pimp Squad Click gotta spit sum pimp shit,
I dunno if I got it in me,
Got to
Well I tell you what this as close to some pimp shit I can get

Inna pitch black six, kicked back lettin' the purp blow the
Fire from the dro make the middle of my shirt glo'
Thinkin how I mighta loss the one I always searched fo,
One to make me stay at home and one to go to church mo,
Money and the bundles it aint nothin we can hurt fo
Blow a hundred thou at will what chu wanna work fo?
Keys to the crib what chu worried bout a skirt fo
You the one I put all them women out da vert fo
Everyday I spent wit chu I swear it make the earth
So much mo'worth livin' nah you gone and it hurt so
Bad, and it's sad but it's cool I aint mad
I still got love fa you boo
Im jus glad that u found what u need
but I adored u believe me
Astounded cuz i neva believed you'd leave me
In this million dolla crib 13 karat ring
What it cost me to drive
Imma king witout a queen

(chorus)
Come back this way
Can't spend anotha day without you
Walk this way
Dont you like our life
I see about you
Please say yes
Darlin' please say yes, tonight
and for the rest of your life

Nah imma bout to tell you all the things that I wont do
Stayin up all night worried tryna call you
Mindin ya business tryna find out what cha into
Askin stupid questions tryna aggravatin ya mental
I got muh own business and i got muh own friends too
I jus hope the money and the fame dont change you
Let dat good shit go to waste it be a shame too
Dats jus like cuttin off the wings of an angel
Hundred thousand songs like this couldnt explain you
The best trainer known to da' world couldn't tame me
I jus kinda figured out cha name when i came thru
Money aint a thang shit i ball wit the best boo
Behead her like some like some purple thrax hold it in your chest boo
Thank about u layin in muh arms as I caress you
Let cha self go mattbonie will protect you
Its best you weigh out all yo options cuz im chosin u

(chorus)
Come back this way
Can't spend anotha day without you
Walk this way
Dont you like our life
I see about you
Please say yes
Darlin' please say yes, tonight
and for the rest of your life

Im sayin baby
I call you every damn day
And you always give me the same excuse
you know, you gotta go to work
You gotta excercise (God damn bitch)
You gotta go yo homework
Im sayin tho baby
Just answer me this one thang
When do you fuck?

(chorus)

. . .


VERSE 1(T.I)
Now, errbody wanna be the king of the south
When, they ain't runnin' a damn thang but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the south, in any hood, its understood without sayin'
It's a given, and it ain't cuz of what I'm doin' for a livin'
It's, more because of what I do and how I'm livin'
Not to mention, when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggas feelings (niggas feelings)
And still chillin' on Simpson and Center Hillin'
Made provisions for the click and continue keepin' it pimpin'
Whether crack was in the house or record sales went through the ceilin'
So say what chu want, and do what chu plea[se]
But for fun, I shoot 22 from ya shoe to ya knee[s]
I run a record label and a crew of Gs
So, niggas'll come and look for you if I sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way
You better do what the song say
And Be Easy, else it'll be a long day

CHORUS
(I'm a king) Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
(I'm a king) You pussy niggas couldn't see me in your dreams
(I'm a king) Top topic of all of your magazines
(I'm a king) Head of the body, leader of the team
(I'm a king) Remember I can get your block knocked dawg
(I'm a king) A Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
(I'm a king) I'm connected nationwide, but in the south
(I'm a king) Just expect ya to keep my name out cha mouth
(I'm a king)

VERSE 2(Lil Scrappy)
I'm a grand hot shelf, the last playa left
Nigga wanna harden up, I'm the ruler of myself (self)
Fresh when I walk, you got manure in your steps
The less a nigga talk, the more a boss is impressed
It's a mess when you flex, let's take away your belt
Leave you stretched on the whepps, take your head off your neck
Shit I feel like Sha Po', I'll roll more or less (more or less)
45s in my slets, I ride for the set
You ain't live as a Tekk, assault rifle of a boy
I treat 'em like pets, solid gold bullets
I'll kill you with finesse (shh), this is not a test
Desert Es at your request, it's poppin' all that shit, now what do you suggest?

BRIDGE(T.I.)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Laid out like a drunk on the late late, so haters hate
The hell with all the haters say, from Wednesday to Tuesday
T.I.P. like a fool HEY (fool HEY....fool HEY)

CHORUS

vERSE 3(P$C)
I'm down with the kings, some call me the greatest
Number 1 hustler, I keep the street blazin'
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
Why y'all cherrypickin' hustlers out here slavin'?
That cane shit nigga run deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin', my game is premium like octane
Can't tell we knowin' bout stackin' these bitches mayne

VERSE 4(T.I.)
I'm the king of the dirty, superceded in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a princess so demandin' and an aura so strong
The south ain't been represented like this is so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin' on my temper
Or otherwise I'd cock some pistols send some missles to your temple
Disrespect us Imma blick up to ya, get ya, plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals, blast suckas in their dimples

CHORUS

. . .

Like A Movie

[No lyrics]

. . .

Lookin' Shife

[No lyrics]

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Still I Luv Her

[No lyrics]

. . .

Coming Down

[No lyrics]

. . .

Mess It Up

[No lyrics]

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Touch Something

[No lyrics]

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Murder Game

[No lyrics]

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[Hook with ad-libs]
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do

[AK]
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come on nigga keep it G
She got it from her momma
Oh yes she's a nasty freak
Plus she like 'em you like Boomerang's Lasy Eloise
And ya girl swallows till her voice goes hoarse
She had all kinds of dick tangled up her spinal cord
The laws of physics couldn't explain how her legs behind her head
While she givin' head hangin' off the edge of the bed
Thought she had a milkshake when her bang pop out her head
Pussy fat like Bone Crusher plus the ho ain't "Never Scared"
She licked all the dogs balls scratched all the pussycats
So she goes both ways, yeah she's a brainiac
Knowin' this information how can you be cuffin' that and lovin' that
Already they heard another one they hittin' that and gettin' that
I know you want the ho she like clothes, very trendy
But you need to set her out and stop being stingy

[Hook]
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do
Gon' set the ho out, I'll tell you what to do
Don't cuff her, set her out
Don't cuff her, set her ou
If you got you a ho, I'll tell you what to do

[Mac Boney]
I'm ol' school Boney, they call me Frank the Tank
The footlong polish sausage boy, streakin' on that drank
I'm the one that get them panties off when they say ya can't
I don't feed a ho shit nothin' but dick and candy paint
I love it when they say they saints, bitch you must be from New Orleans
I'm from the ATL shawty that's what I said she out her jeans
Freaky, freaky wild things constitute for wettest dreams
A white mask and black cape tryin' to make these bitches scream
She nasty as a Luke record, mouth is a cum drain
She goin' up and down on that jeezy do that damn thang
She don't want a damn thing she do it on the face
And she do it all day cause she really love the taste
It's a waste if you tryin' to keep that action to yo damn self
We'll tag team me and shawty share the same belt
It don't really matter if you dig her or you dis her man
Do your boy a favor when you out don't kiss her man

[Hook]

[T.I.]
Any real pimp'll know
The kind of chick I'm lookin' fo'
Actresses in movies and the models in the video
Call me Deuce Bigalow, cold blooded gigolo
Give the ho the rod then tell her let my nigga go
Pussy pumper number one'lll hit the club and pick a ho
Let her hit the dro then swing her by the liquor sto'
Feed her ho snacks, everything you get you get to go
We ain't on no date what you eatin' drinkin' sittin' fo'
Walkin' through the hotel me and five and six or mo'
Any ho'll tell you he a balla he trickin' though
P$C around it's goin down you better get ya ho
Have her gettin' loose tongue kissin' on the patio
Well known groupie let her momma and her daddy know
First she yellin' give it to me then she yellin' daddy no
Man I feed her Oreos, you take your freak to Pappadeaux's
Me and C and Kuntry we be flip floppin' swappin' hoes

[Hook]

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#1 Crew

[No lyrics]

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