Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says lyrics
[Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says lyrics]
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh, uh
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh, ahh
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all
What's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
Y'all know the name (Uh)
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch
Ain't a damn thing changed (Uh)
You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated
(Uh, huh)
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with long-term goals
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold Platinum 'round the world
I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street and shit
It's all good i'm soon to motivate a room
Control the game like Tomb Raider
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, style's greater
Let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall
Then you missin' the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Put your hands to the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now
What's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah, fuck it, I said rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
Yo, where you at?
(Yo, where you at?) Uptown, let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef
You put 'em in the mausoleum
And shit don't start pumping 'til after 12 pm
Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday
You will agree I'm
The most obligated, hard and R rated
Slated to be the best, I must confess
The star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
'Cause, I asked the girls to
Rub on their breast-eses
Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then
You missing the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now
What's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
New Jeruz (Get the fuck up)
Shaolin, yeah (Get the fuck up)
Long Isle, c'mon (Get the fuck up)
Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (Get the fuck up)
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh, ahh
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all
What's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
Y'all know the name (Uh)
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch
Ain't a damn thing changed (Uh)
You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated
(Uh, huh)
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with long-term goals
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold Platinum 'round the world
I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street and shit
It's all good i'm soon to motivate a room
Control the game like Tomb Raider
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, style's greater
Let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall
Then you missin' the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Put your hands to the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now
What's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah, fuck it, I said rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
Yo, where you at?
(Yo, where you at?) Uptown, let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef
You put 'em in the mausoleum
And shit don't start pumping 'til after 12 pm
Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday
You will agree I'm
The most obligated, hard and R rated
Slated to be the best, I must confess
The star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
'Cause, I asked the girls to
Rub on their breast-eses
Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then
You missing the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now
What's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm
The witty
New Jeruz (Get the fuck up)
Shaolin, yeah (Get the fuck up)
Long Isle, c'mon (Get the fuck up)
Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (Get the fuck up)