P.C. ft. MJeezy Lyrics

Step into the gala with the manners of a lumberjack

I see the cutest hottie in the party, and I cup her ass

Tell her I got a Grammy, when really it's a copper plaque

Wink and in front of everyone pull out the rubber packs

Bend her on the table, fuck her right on a stack

Of marinara chicken, some salad and a side of crab

She likes the attention and I enjoy the sight I have

So I keep on going with the stage lights behind my back

Giving the conductor a view of my fuckin ass

Pull out, and throw the Trojan spilling an avalanche

All over her dress and walk away, without a glance

She stands and snaps her panties back like a rubber band

MJeezy, I thought you said you had the invitations

Why do I have all these security guards chasing?

What the fuck are you doin climbing up the stage

Oh here we go, this fucker gets a standing ovation

No invitations, no passes

Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking

No questions, nah, no answers

Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'

No invitations, no passes

Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking

No questions, nah, no answers

Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'

Uh-oh, I guess here we go again

Another day, another party to ruin

AJT in the corner doing his thing

Fuck it, get 'em cousin, keep giving shorty the limb

While brodie is busy laying the pipe down

I'm busy trynna find the open bar so I can go to town

I ate and drank too much and now I gotta hold it down

Move to the next girl like, "Hi, I gotta own it now"

Slid to the bitch like "Hello, I'm Jeezy. Call me bello"

"I'm violent, no Cello. Straight to the point the M.O."

She sucked on the dick like a bong. Grinded me up to a halt

Slipping my wrist through her thong. Finger the bitch then I'm gone

Move to the next like a pass. AJT up in her ass

"Yo, Brodie. We got a party to crash"

Stepped on the stage like "Yo!" They think I'm here for the show

Feds are on us like, woah! "Sorry, y'all. Gotta go"

No invitations, no passes

Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking

No questions, nah, no answers

Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'

No invitations, no passes

Living life fast, yeah, fuck asking

No questions, nah, no answers

Only time we're P.C. is when we're Party Crashin'

Why am I outta line?

Whatya mean she's the bride?

Who the hell is this guy,

He's a 3 an I'm a nine

I just want her for the night

He can keep her all his life

What's the harm in having some fun on the side

You know it's not the time

We can't just pick a fight

Gotta get outta dodge and duck all the entourage

Power through the barrage

Dip out through the garage

No one said it'd be easy

Kiss the bride goodbye