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How you ain't gon' fuck? Bitch I'm me I'm the god damn reason you in V. Blaow, we ain't got nothin' to worry about Whoop ass, let security carry 'em out Watch out for the medallion my diamonds are reckless Feels like a midget is hangin' from my necklace. I pulled up wit' a million trucks Lookin', smellin', feelin' like a million bucks Pass the bottles, the heat is on We in the huddle all smokin' that Cheech and Chong. What's wrong? The club and moon is full And I'm 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 this.
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LUDACRIS - STAND UP LYRICS

It took a larger-than-life presence to stand out amongst the horde of musicians, dance teams, tumblers and cheerleading squads that shared the stage at the Fortunately, headliner Ludacris provided the necessary wattage, capping the nearly six-hour event with a minute set that piled big boasts atop even bigger beats. The Atlanta rapper, dressed head-to-toe in black and sporting a close-cropped 'do, projected a businesslike aura onstage, his muted appearance coming in direct contrast with his booming voice and cartoonish bravado. The hit-heavy performance, which drew from the entirety of Luda's decade-spanning career, found the MC playing countless roles: economist "If you ain't got no money take your broke [self] home," he rhymed atop Fergie's "Glamorous" , babysitter dropping his ill-advised guest verse from Justin Bieber's "Baby" and playboy virtually every other song. He particularly thrived while rhyming about excess, his braggadocio coming across more playful than reckless. Less successful were heaving, bedroom forays like "Sex Room," which sounded much more labored and a lot less fun.

"Stand Up" lyrics

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Stand up, stand up Stand up, stand up 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 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 How you ain't gon' fuck? Bitch, I'm me I'm the goddamn reason you in V. The club and moon is full And I'm 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 this 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 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 Go on wit ya big ass, lemme see somethin' Tell ya little friend, he can quit, mean muggin' I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks But where the fuck is the waitress at wit my drinks?
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