Lyrics:
[Mannie Fresh] + (Slim Thug)
Ladies and Gentlemen!
And the people that payed for this remix (Geah!)
I just want y’all to know, Y’all alright with me, ya heard? (Slim Thugga!)
Love all y’all, I’m ya boy
Fre, fre, fre, fre, Fresh! (Young Jeezy)
Now let’s talk about….

[Chorus] + (Slim Thug Ad-Libs)
Dimaonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Boss Hogg OutLawz)
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Ha!)
Diamonds pressin up, Da-Diamonds pressin up
Diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel

[Slim Thug]
Leadin that blue train through the turnin lane, sittin on butta (On butta!)
Brain on the grain while I bang trunk scudda (Ha!)
A dyme fine frame shotgun I’m a cutta
Bossman and Snowman gon’ forever keep it gutta (Geah!)
This is for the G’s, and this is for the hustla’s
Out there on the grind tryna satisfy the Cus’mas
Rain, sleet or snow, go get that money (get that money)
Til ya stash full of cash, you can’t fit that money (Can’t fit that money)
From the blocks of the H to tha traps of tha A (Of tha A)
Ain’t no time to play, get ya pay
I’m shinin on boys and the front chrome grill (chrome grill)
Hand on the steel, diamonds on the wood grill (Geah!)

[Chorus] + (Young Jeezy Ad-Libs)
Aye! You already know what it is nigga!
Aye! Thug you know I had you nigga
You already know what it is
Aye! (5x)

[Young Jeezy]
Snowman (Bitch), Need I say More? (More?)
When you get done wit these, look I got twenty more (Ha Ha!)
Still got blow money cause nigga I know money (Money)
Now I’m on the road gettin fifty-a-show money
Still sittin on white bricks (Bricks), wrapped in duck tape (Tape)
Thirty minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake (Yeah!)
Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks (Blocks)
Then they come through, look at the stones on the watch (Geah!)
Iced-out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Dropped sixty-grand, just to hold up my pants (Ha Ha!)
Still got the chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ear just to show em what I stand fo’ (Aye!)

[Chorus] + (Killa’s Ad-Libs)
They know who it is nigga..
Run it!

[Killa]
I got tha diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel (Wheel)
Tippin, sittin sidewayz off in my DeVille (Ville)
Comin down, lane switchin
Butta seats, Grain grippin
Candy frame on a set of swangs wit tha brains missin
Badge on my neck and Killa’s not a deputy (Naw!)
I’ma Boss Hogg Outlaw (I gotta rep it G!)
And like a gold-diggin bitch, I’mma bout dough man
So if I quit rappin I’mma get the trappin wit tha Snowman! (That’s Right)

[Slick Pulla]
I’m on the block cause frost skiing make a nigga hop (Hobble)
I’m on the ave, gettin the D and make that country crock (Country Crock)
That gutta butta, that’s why I got a phat knot (Ok)
I was taught by them G’s how to get gwop
Like some tumbleweed, we stay in the wind
Chokin Bubble-Yum, ridin candy wit Slim (Candy wit Slim)
Choppin Duece McCallister, you know, twenty-sixes
Got stupid flow, plus the hustle game ridiculous (For Real!)

[Chorus] + (Mannie Fresh Talking)
Ladies and Gentlemen
The beat is being provided to you by a very expensive man
But he is very very much worthy
And he goes by the name of…
Fre, Fre, Fre, Fresh!
Now please baby, pay attention to the diamond chain
The diamond ring, the big belt buckle and the gator shoes
And that chromed-out lady restin her on the hood ornament
Leading her way, into stardom….yeah

[Chorus to fade]

Duration : 0:4:5

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Marshall “Mars” Manning is a Hollywood bound rapper and singer who was shown with his “Golden Ticket” during the January 13th, 2010 “Atlanta Auditions” episode of American Idol.

Mars was there when General Larry Platt performed his notorious “Pants on the Ground” sensational hit and was inspired by the General to take heed to his wise words… Thus quickly writing and recording, “Pants Up”.

Mars was once a victim of SPS, “Sagging Pants Syndrome”, but since the General’s impartation, Mars has decided to “hike up” his attitude on the subject.

Pants Up
by Mars

May I have your attention please – I repeat – May I
Man Hang on man I forgot my belt. My pants just fell down!

Yall act like you’ve never seen a belt or suspenders before
just a plain white T and capris…
(Naw Mars those are shorts!)
I pity those who wanna rebuttal this Mars banter Spangled…
Lookin like a FOOL with your pants around your ankles
It’s a pity though. Diddy knows class is hard to find!
Jump on that last train to Paris ’cause your style is asinine.
I’ve been assigned to keep rhyming and further define this renown sound.
Lookin like a FOOL with your pants on the ground!

I get ‘em up
I keep my pants up off the ground
I get ‘em up now

I get ‘em up
High off the ground
I get ‘em up now – yeah

An epidemic a movement, see everybody’s buying belts
I copped 10 for my homes and 20 for myself
Rhinestone studded – Gucci red and green
I got diamonds on the buckle!
Diamonds Diamonds on my buckle!
My suspenders are poppin
My suspenders are cool
All the girls keep jockin
they chase me after school
Andre 3’s style’s nothing to consider
When you browse the selection I copped at urban outfitters
I got bright cherry red and mustard yellow dijon
Hand braided soft suede cohann.com
(Give me the green one!)
Lets go on a shopping spree
Everybody knows the best belts in life ain’t cheap!
The belt force one combo was nothing to share
So I had to go back to belt locker and cop another pair – see
This one was a gift – I call it the Taylor Swift
But everybody knows the one that steals the show’s
The Mr West

I get ‘em up
I keep my pants up off the ground
I get ‘em up now

I get ‘em up
High off the ground
I get ‘em up now – yeah

Sometimes I get on the mic and just dream at the sky
With my eyes behind shades and my pants hiked high
Barely there socks – Pant cuffs at the knees
I like to keep ‘em that way so that my ankles can breathe
This song is dedicated, premeditated, and laced with style
and made for anyone out there who sags their pangs in denial
See I’m not asking for attention – just to be thrown in the mix
and played at the top of every hour until this problem is fixed
See, this is a movement, a culture, a way to live loud
Anything is possible with pants hiked high and proud
Birds chirping dogs barking everything is grand
You KNOW that you’re in style with that high water tan
Shirt tucked in? Boy, now you’re talking edgy.
Everybody’s down with the dude that sports the wedgie
If you’re listening to this and joining in is a must
I’d like to invite you now to go ahead and sing along with us

We get ‘em up
We keep my pants up off the ground
We get ‘em up now

We get ‘em up
High off the ground
We get ‘em up now – yeah

Rising, rising, belt pulled tightly
All circulation must cease
General Larry’s words inspired me
To be all that I can be

We get ‘em up
We keep my pants up off the ground
We get ‘em up now

We get ‘em up
High off the ground
We get ‘em up now – yeah

Oh wow! I’ll take the purple, the green one, the blue one
Is this real camel hair? This one’s nice. It’ll match the shade of gold in my teeth.

Up off the ground.
Up off the ground.
Up off the ground.

Video © 2010 Mars Music, LLC. All rights reserved.

Duration : 0:4:39

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Duration : 0:2:20

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Duration : 0:4:44

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I represent for the South

My residence is the shore

couple golds in my mouth

Bring my dance and my charm

I’m as hot as it get

I’m the youngest in charge

and ya oughta show some respect

I represent for da South

[Rick Ross:]

I’m not a slim thug, I’m a fat mack

I don’t give a f**k, I’ll push ya hat back

Still sellin’ dubs nigga, that’s fact

You can hit me on the cell pimp, that’s that

I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce

10 years later, time for me to cash out

You dealin’ wit a dope dealin’ dictator

F**k traffickin’ nigga, I get the catered

See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit

I f**ks wit’ Damon, I’m in the movies kid

My mom reminisce on a late nights

When I used to reel em in wit da straight white

Now I’m 6, 17 with a li’l Beamer

First foreign car, far from a lil’ dreamer

Daddy severed his relationship

I think momma quit ‘im cuz he wasn’t makin shit

[Chorus:]

[Lil' Wayne:]

Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin’

I run it myself like a quarterback option

I pitch ‘er ten g’s, tell a to go shoppin

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper

Niggas try’na kick it but no I don’t play soccer

I’m all about my cake, I’m try’na marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way you know my whip game proper

And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars

Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint

I bet wit’ Yo Gotti he hit five straight points

We over here hustlin, we over here grindin

You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you

Rap bout me and a nigga might find you

Banana in ya wit ya head right behind ya

Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him

You can holla at me, a fee!

[Chorus:]

[Young Jeezy:]

Snowman (bitch), need I say more (more)

When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (haha)

Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money)

Now I’m on the road gettin’ fifty a show money

Still sittin’ on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape)

30 minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake

Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks

When they cam through, look the stones on the watch

Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance

Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants

Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo

Twelve carats in my ears just the show ‘em what I stand fo’ (hey!)

[Chorus:]

Duration : 0:5:26

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Duration : 0:1:58

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