Song | Do Your Time - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Ludacris |
Artist | Beanie Sigel |
Artist | Pimp C |
Album | Release Therapy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ... | |
作词 : BUTLER/C. BRIDGES/GRANT/MILLER/DAUGHERTY | |
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility | |
Inmate, state your name, | |
DarrenThis phone call may be monitored and recorded | |
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up | |
To my cousin | |
Darren Ranch, stay up homie | |
To my brother | |
Chris Butler, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
To my brother | |
Mikey Mike, stay up homie | |
To my cuz | |
J.B., stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
You lookin' at a man that would | |
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe | |
And I'd definitely die for | |
Jesus, 'cause he died for me | |
Give my eyes to | |
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen | |
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see | |
Martin Luther's dream | |
I'd dream that | |
I could tell | |
Martin Luther we made it | |
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated | |
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock | |
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks | |
Look up in my mailbox, | |
I get letters from my cuz | |
And every week said he wanna hit the streets | |
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal | |
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal | |
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of | |
ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave, | |
I got your mother and your daughter | |
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck | |
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up | |
If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie | |
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie | |
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, | |
I ain't seen it all | |
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b**** | |
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls | |
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time | |
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline | |
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line | |
Your b**** missed the | |
V I this weekend | |
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin' | |
The canteen ran out of menthols | |
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers | |
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments | |
Talkin' about old connects and new prices | |
Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face | |
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case | |
That s*** | |
I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy | |
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, | |
I know he miss me | |
To my man | |
Lil' Nell, stay up homie | |
To my man | |
Steve P, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
To my man, | |
Paul Selene, stay up homie | |
To Abdul Mc | |
Keith, stay up homie | |
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***' | |
Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b**** | |
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world | |
When I was down them n***** fell out, so | |
I'm ridin' with the girls' | |
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes | |
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food' | |
Cause commissary is so very necessary | |
It's so close to bein' slavery, in | |
Texas n**** it's scary | |
I reached out to | |
C-Murder, right before | |
I came home | |
And when him home, let me go | |
I make sure that his books was on | |
And three months later that n**** came home too | |
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru | |
I'ma keep ridin' with | |
Bun 'cause | |
UGK will never stop | |
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah | |
And I'm as trill as you can be | |
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here | |
I goWake up, roll call, another day gone by | |
Now put a ' | |
X' on November 25, | |
I'm still alive | |
Open the dead roll balls | |
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars | |
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel | |
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real | |
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home | |
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine | |
Almost died, in | |
Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry | |
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life | |
White boys can't handle the pain at night | |
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook | |
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook | |
You all in b****, sit down when you piss | |
Sweet a**, you a h**, watch | |
I blow you a kiss | |
To my cousin | |
Jimmy Watson, stay up homie | |
To my homeboy | |
Mack, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
To my n**** | |
Pharoahe, stay up homie | |
To my n**** | |
Z Ro, stay up homie | |
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you | |
To the King | |
Larry Hoover, stay up homie | |
To my partner | |
Shan O, you gotta stay up homie | |
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you | |
To the homeboy | |
Shyne, stay up homie | |
To my n**** | |
Mystikal, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you |
zuo qu : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ... | |
zuo ci : BUTLER C. BRIDGES GRANT MILLER DAUGHERTY | |
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility | |
Inmate, state your name, | |
DarrenThis phone call may be monitored and recorded | |
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up | |
To my cousin | |
Darren Ranch, stay up homie | |
To my brother | |
Chris Butler, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my brother | |
Mikey Mike, stay up homie | |
To my cuz | |
J. B., stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
You lookin' at a man that would | |
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe | |
And I' d definitely die for | |
Jesus, ' cause he died for me | |
Give my eyes to | |
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he' s seen | |
But then I' d take ' em right back, to see | |
Martin Luther' s dream | |
I' d dream that | |
I could tell | |
Martin Luther we made it | |
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated | |
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock | |
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks | |
Look up in my mailbox, | |
I get letters from my cuz | |
And every week said he wanna hit the streets | |
But he never struck a deal, ' cause his mouth will never squeal | |
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal | |
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of | |
ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave, | |
I got your mother and your daughter | |
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck | |
To be safe, it' s safe to say the justice system' s f up | |
If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie | |
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie | |
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
Until I went to jail you couldn' t tell me, | |
I ain' t seen it all | |
That box, a mother, it could stress a n b | |
Especially when you broke and home base, ain' t acceptin' your calls | |
And you don' t hear your name when it' s mail time | |
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline | |
F Incomprehensible will have you stuck in that pill line | |
Your b missed the | |
V I this weekend | |
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin' | |
The canteen ran out of menthols | |
Can' t see how grown men wash other men drawers | |
N played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments | |
Talkin' about old connects and new prices | |
Stress' ll take a young n, give him an old face | |
Or stress' ll take a dumb n, give him a new case | |
That s | |
I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy | |
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, | |
I know he miss me | |
To my man | |
Lil' Nell, stay up homie | |
To my man | |
Steve P, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my man, | |
Paul Selene, stay up homie | |
To Abdul Mc | |
Keith, stay up homie | |
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send ' em some s' | |
Cause it' s never too late to stop bein' a b | |
A magazine and some pictures is a n whole world | |
When I was down them n fell out, so | |
I' m ridin' with the girls' | |
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a dudes | |
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food' | |
Cause commissary is so very necessary | |
It' s so close to bein' slavery, in | |
Texas n it' s scary | |
I reached out to | |
CMurder, right before | |
I came home | |
And when him home, let me go | |
I make sure that his books was on | |
And three months later that n came home too | |
Ain' t no limit to this s ' cause now his dream' s comin' tru | |
I' ma keep ridin' with | |
Bun ' cause | |
UGK will never stop | |
And I' ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah | |
And I' m as trill as you can be | |
They scream " Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here | |
I goWake up, roll call, another day gone by | |
Now put a ' | |
X' on November 25, | |
I' m still alive | |
Open the dead roll balls | |
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars | |
It' s slavery, hard labor, catch the feel | |
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it' s real | |
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome300 years left, my dawg ain' t never comin' home | |
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine | |
Almost died, in | |
Camp Jay, n, ride or cry | |
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life | |
White boys can' t handle the pain at night | |
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a shook | |
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook | |
You all in b, sit down when you piss | |
Sweet a, you a h, watch | |
I blow you a kiss | |
To my cousin | |
Jimmy Watson, stay up homie | |
To my homeboy | |
Mack, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my n | |
Pharoahe, stay up homie | |
To my n | |
Z Ro, stay up homie | |
If you' re locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time don' t let your time do you | |
To the King | |
Larry Hoover, stay up homie | |
To my partner | |
Shan O, you gotta stay up homie | |
If you' re locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To the homeboy | |
Shyne, stay up homie | |
To my n | |
Mystikal, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you |
zuò qǔ : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ... | |
zuò cí : BUTLER C. BRIDGES GRANT MILLER DAUGHERTY | |
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility | |
Inmate, state your name, | |
DarrenThis phone call may be monitored and recorded | |
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up | |
To my cousin | |
Darren Ranch, stay up homie | |
To my brother | |
Chris Butler, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my brother | |
Mikey Mike, stay up homie | |
To my cuz | |
J. B., stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
You lookin' at a man that would | |
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe | |
And I' d definitely die for | |
Jesus, ' cause he died for me | |
Give my eyes to | |
Stevie Wonder, just to see what he' s seen | |
But then I' d take ' em right back, to see | |
Martin Luther' s dream | |
I' d dream that | |
I could tell | |
Martin Luther we made it | |
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated | |
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock | |
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks | |
Look up in my mailbox, | |
I get letters from my cuz | |
And every week said he wanna hit the streets | |
But he never struck a deal, ' cause his mouth will never squeal | |
Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal | |
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of | |
ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave, | |
I got your mother and your daughter | |
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck | |
To be safe, it' s safe to say the justice system' s f up | |
If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie | |
I got your money on ice so, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie | |
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
Until I went to jail you couldn' t tell me, | |
I ain' t seen it all | |
That box, a mother, it could stress a n b | |
Especially when you broke and home base, ain' t acceptin' your calls | |
And you don' t hear your name when it' s mail time | |
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline | |
F Incomprehensible will have you stuck in that pill line | |
Your b missed the | |
V I this weekend | |
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin' | |
The canteen ran out of menthols | |
Can' t see how grown men wash other men drawers | |
N played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments | |
Talkin' about old connects and new prices | |
Stress' ll take a young n, give him an old face | |
Or stress' ll take a dumb n, give him a new case | |
That s | |
I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy | |
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, | |
I know he miss me | |
To my man | |
Lil' Nell, stay up homie | |
To my man | |
Steve P, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my man, | |
Paul Selene, stay up homie | |
To Abdul Mc | |
Keith, stay up homie | |
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send ' em some s' | |
Cause it' s never too late to stop bein' a b | |
A magazine and some pictures is a n whole world | |
When I was down them n fell out, so | |
I' m ridin' with the girls' | |
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a dudes | |
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food' | |
Cause commissary is so very necessary | |
It' s so close to bein' slavery, in | |
Texas n it' s scary | |
I reached out to | |
CMurder, right before | |
I came home | |
And when him home, let me go | |
I make sure that his books was on | |
And three months later that n came home too | |
Ain' t no limit to this s ' cause now his dream' s comin' tru | |
I' ma keep ridin' with | |
Bun ' cause | |
UGK will never stop | |
And I' ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah | |
And I' m as trill as you can be | |
They scream " Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here | |
I goWake up, roll call, another day gone by | |
Now put a ' | |
X' on November 25, | |
I' m still alive | |
Open the dead roll balls | |
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars | |
It' s slavery, hard labor, catch the feel | |
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it' s real | |
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome300 years left, my dawg ain' t never comin' home | |
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine | |
Almost died, in | |
Camp Jay, n, ride or cry | |
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life | |
White boys can' t handle the pain at night | |
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a shook | |
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook | |
You all in b, sit down when you piss | |
Sweet a, you a h, watch | |
I blow you a kiss | |
To my cousin | |
Jimmy Watson, stay up homie | |
To my homeboy | |
Mack, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To my n | |
Pharoahe, stay up homie | |
To my n | |
Z Ro, stay up homie | |
If you' re locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time don' t let your time do you | |
To the King | |
Larry Hoover, stay up homie | |
To my partner | |
Shan O, you gotta stay up homie | |
If you' re locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you | |
To the homeboy | |
Shyne, stay up homie | |
To my n | |
Mystikal, stay up homie | |
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through | |
Do your time, do your time, don' t let your time do you |