Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Up Guy, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Stand Up Guy |
Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggaz before |
But you ain’t never kicked it with a nigga like me Hey Hey |
I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high |
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy |
Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's |
Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high |
If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy |
Because it don’t get betta, niggaz don’t get cheddar |
Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater |
The stones keep glowin’on my wrist like whoa |
And she can’t stop lookin’I know ya bitch like those |
And she chose, ain’t no question if ya bitch might blow |
Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore) |
I’ma blow my dro', I’ma pop my peel |
Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will |
Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel |
With the top down low, and the glock concealed |
I got my niggaz who be racing up the block, One mil' |
If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal |
I got skills, anybody wanna come test |
What’s in this .45 will be up in yo chest |
A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh |
He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress |
The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque |
Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash |
If you got a man and you’re tired of being there |
You done gave him too many chances, you’re tired of being fair |
i offer you the opportunity to ride with a playa |
You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a playa |
Never mind those outside, when they stare |
'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare |
Because of one guy, you decided to share |
As long as you having the time of your life, who cares |
Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center |
I know god see its hard, and I’m a stand up nigga |
You can’t beat me 'cause you ain’t man enough nigga |
I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga |
You really getting money? |
Throw a grand up nigga |
Wanna fight? |
You should’ve hit me when you ran up nigga |
Really swift, don’t waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz |
Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em |
You ain’t know me 'cause I live so special |
Try to stay low key but it’s still so special |
Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil’in the dresser |
Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure |
I’m chillin’with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather |
Told her «Hi, how ya doin'? |
Buy a drink? |
My pleasure» |
Told her if she got a home girl go tell her |
That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever |
If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her |
If she laughed out loud, I’ll be shocked if we just met her |
Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth |
And it’s four peels left, do you wanna come with? |