Stand Up (Charli Baltimore)

Be friends wit'cha gram! I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight Hey you, blow your whistle Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Yo, this is how we rock This is how we rock This is how we rock, rock Hey you, blow your whistle Yeah, we in the joint yo We in the joint Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (Ah shit!) I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight (Stand up, yeah) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together (Put your muthafuckin' hand in the air) I want you to stand on up! Now I got something to tell ya (Swing it from left to right) I'll tell you, now that I think about it (Yeah) And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together (Play with this, you can't play with this) Come on now, get a groove going (Uh) Yeah Hey you, blow your whistle Yo, yo, yo Yo tony, what up? Heard your dick was good You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood Never that dawg From where you can never hit it Throw a razor in my mouth on the low And suck ya dick wit' it The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless Heavyweight dick in ya jaw Good lickin' fom ya lips, now babygirl throw the song Yo, yo, yo Aye yo Tony, you phoney We both signed to Sony But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what Yeah, what, put your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick Yo, yo, yo Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee? Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs Official, now I bite through gristle Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island While in the meantime, spit mean lines Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmy Like my niggas be Picture me, coming off soft Ya'll just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define This rap shit, make my shit a classic Like Bethoven, stay posin' For the camera, stamina Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amauters You try me, no in-between like Y to Z Pick brains like labotomies Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up (What, what, what) I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight (Stand up baby, stand up baby) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together I want you to stand on up! (Stand up yo) Now I got something to tell ya I'll tell you, now that I think about it (Yeah, what, what, what) And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brohter up in the Clan Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van Skelly-man crook, character star In Donna Boines book MGM, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me Knotted up, twisted and green Seen them crystal's in that rap yo And get Barear Bear hug and five hundered ounce of that Staision Wild man, Sarah Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels Wind Face start with the Killah Stood still, a whole river chill Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build Hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey you, blow your whistle What, what, what, what! Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails Salt range, short order tab Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's Channel 9's scene street team made news with who's Charli, every 16 bars be Sickening, peep the scription Rhyme vixen Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett Poison webbers Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it What! Come on and get a groove goin'! Hey you, blow your whistle Hey you, blow your whistle Now clap your hands and say yeah Yeah.... Now let me count it off 1.. 2... 3 Hey Hey, hey, hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up