Artist: Daddy Rose
Album:  n/a
Song:   Stand Up
Typed by: DaSun Akbar

(Rose talking)
C'mon, alright, yeah, you done got me upset now
Right, this Daddy Rose the God
Grown Ass Men Entertainment aka Rose Semo baby knowhatI'msaying?
Stand up, my dawg E. Kane aka Kick'Em'Out
Along beyond Mr. Sunshyne, Danny Fraud
Underworld banging on the doves

[Daddy Rose]
Okay, knock your head to this rider music
This Daddy syncing the track and ride the music
My voice is like an instrument deep inside the music
My mind's the orchestra that guides the music
So take a load off the feet, let your hair baby
Relax, put your God down, I'm here now baby
What you want, shrimps on a babiyeh? Yeah
Pimp and evolve me to a supernatural mat
Supernatural cat
I trained 'em kitties
We come to the town and drain 'em cities
Who dis bouncing our teasting hounds?
How to maintain them titties
Choice shit by Kenneth Cole
I only embark in DKNY
I got the freaks in NY
Love 'em boy
Nominate, see more of the governor boy
While you making love, I'm thugging the boy
Thugging the boy, thugging the boy

(Chorus) Rose 2x
It's a party baby, stand up
The God from Brownsville that'll make you put your hands up
There's more drinks left, baby where da damn cup?
We can get freaky, let me put you in some handcuffs

Yeah nigga, check it out, shit

[Daddy Rose]
I've been through the struggle and I still last
Old School G, still rock Bille Blast
Stop talking shit, I'm by myself and still mass
I'm a very humble cat, but I still blast
Fuck the conflict, I'm about real cash
I make sure my hounds looking right
To attract them tricks
Hit the roads so we can stack them bricks
My people call me the Wise Owl
Because I stack them chips
I drink my hounds and platinum amateur
That's when we triangle bang 'ems
Make them tricks lick their clits
So they can buy me Durangos
It's Semo the Jackal
Last sign of hope, dance with the devil
Bang hard like a line of dope
Lady lover like that, a legend from Hollis
BK born like Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace, yeah, bitch reach for your wallet

(Chorus) Rose 2x

[Daddy Rose]
A lot of these rap cats are pretty phony
I walk like Donald Goines and talk like Pretty Toney
I pull Roves; leave your mamma pretty lonely
I had this bitch named Sonya
I can't front she put it on me
The lame shit, eh-eh, we ain't wit it homey
You ain't gon' flame shit, just quit it homey
I'm humble, but you don't know me black
I start some new shit in New York like OG Mack
On the come up my idol was Goldie Mack
And take a nation of millions to hold to back
My henchmen ride low, bang slow, split your mango
And knock the kangaroo right off the Kangol
Deliberation of the peoples is what I bang for
No matter if you're bang folk or you bang low
Dime mu, Vice Lord, we all in the same fire
All in the same smoke, it's not a joke nigga

(Chorus) Rose 4x