Pharoahe Monch

Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says (Get the Fuck Up) songtekst

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Get the fuck up!

Simon Says get the fuck up!

Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)

Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)

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

Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed

You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated

Phased from your original plan, you deviated

I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal

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, then shit it's all good

I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider 

Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter, block shots

Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint

If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point



Get the fuck up!

Simon Says get the fuck up!

Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)

Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)

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?) Uptown let me see em

Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's

Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum

And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM

Ugnh, 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

Stated 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 your ridin the train or in Lexus-es

This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses

Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint

You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point



Get the fuck up!

Simon Says get the fuck up!

Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)

The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)

I said, rub on your titties!

New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that

act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty



New Jeru, get the fuck up!

Shaolin, get the fuck up!

Long Isle, get the fuck up!

Worldwide, get the fuck up!
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