Stand Up

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Listen, I came in the game feet first Hit the ground runnin, a hustler 'till I meet dirt Gotta be consumption I'm pumpin, the people need work Love the niggas frontin' I came from nothin and seen worse The long-armed Khalifa reachin with each verse I got that food for your thought, plus what the streets thirst And you can ask around the haters'll know I'm tame with the flow, I'm sorta like Diego in Blow I see the dream like a Martin Luther, I preach to the constitution in peace But violate it, get that ass annihilated I'm on the grind, money is time so why waste it And everything but my piss clean, I'm high maintenance You niggas are weak, sweet like one of them Now and Laters The cannon blast your candy ass if you try and hate it I made it, cause I stayed a couple steps ahead of y'all and A hundred percent, since benji got the bread involved I'm Lovin this shit, come fuck with the prince I'm leavin heads hollowed like them things stuffed in the clips And the streets gon' remember this cat name, I'm beatin the rap game Just like nigga huggin the strip (Why?) Cause that's how a hustler do, fall back I don't fuck with you We make it happen the clappin know we can scrum with you Yeah we can take it to the heads, give you a lump or two A fool is still, team bring heat like a oven dude [Chorus: Chevy Woods] Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up This is pure skill, far from damn luck You gotta make a plan to never give your man up And man up, applaud the kid and stand up Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up This is pure skill, far from damn luck You gotta make a plan to never give your man up And man up, applaud the kid and stand up [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Once again the youngest sin came to drop the hammer How could a bystander feel that this is not bananas? We earn stripes, you all hype in that propaganda Gats spot, you cats shot, but not from cameras Back Glock, cause snap shots'll stop your plan up Stuck in my ways, the haze taste like tropicana Thinkin the days of way back, people will say that The youngin was gifted sick when he stayed back Now the people listenin play back, I got it made Obligated to gettin passin grades and blaze tracks You'll be amazed at how I make units move Self-made, twelfth grade, boy I'll take you to school I'm through the streets of pistolvania where my goonies move Yeah, to trick 'em it's these trucks with the rims on them And you can find me speedin, listenin to Big and Em Fresh outta class with the weed tucked in my Timberlands [Chorus: Chevy Woods] Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up This is pure skill, far from damn luck You gotta make a plan to never give your man up And man up, applaud the kid and stand up Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up This is pure skill, far from damn luck You gotta make a plan to never give your man up And man up, applaud the kid and stand up