Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Simon Says, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Album song Simon Says, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.10.1999
Record label: Trescadecaphobia
Song language: English
Simon Says |
| 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 p.m. |
| 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) |