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| [Intro]
Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! [Chorus: Ludacris and Shawna x2] when i move you move (just like that?) when i move you move (just like that?) when i move you move (just like that?) Hell yeah! hey DJ bring that back! [Verse 1:] how you aint gon fuk, bitch I'm me im the GOD damn reason you in VIP CEO you dont have to see ID im young wild and strapped like Chi-Ali BLAOW we aint got nothing to worry about whoop ass let security carry em out watch out for the medallion my diamonds on are wreckless feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless i pulled up with a million trucks looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh pass the bottles, the heat is on we in the huddle all smoking that Cheech and Chong whats wrong? the club and the mood is full and im lookin for a THICK young lady to pull one sure shot way to get em outta them pants take note to the brand new dance, like it [Chorus] [Verse-2] go on wit ya big ass lemme see something tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging im lit and i dont care what no one things but where the fuck is the waitresses at wit my drinks my people outside and they cant get in we gon rush the back door and break em in the owner already pissed cause we sorta late but our time and our clothes gotta coordinate most girls lookin right some lookin a mess thats why they spillin drinks all over ya dress but Louis Vuitton bras all over ya breats got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh cmon we gon party tonight yall use mouth to mouth bring the party to life dont be scurred show another part of your life the more drinks in your system the harder to fight [Chorus] [Bridge] Stand Up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! [Verse 3] damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shur us down get us out so someone can gun us down we was two songs away from gettin some cutta now we one song away from tearin da club up move over! luda got something to say do it now cause tomorrow aint promised today work wit me! lets become one with the beat and dont worry bout me steppin all over ya feet [Chorus] [Outro] Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! (just like that?) Stand up! (just like that?) Stand up! Stand up! |
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