Song | Simon says |
Artist | Pharoahe Monch |
Album | The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits Volume 3 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh | |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh | |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh | |
Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahhh | |
[Hook] | |
Get the **** up | |
Simon says, "Get the **** up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!) | |
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 | |
[Verse 1] | |
Y'all know the name | |
Pharoahe ****in' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed | |
You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated | |
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 | |
[Hook] | |
Get the **** up | |
Simon says, "Get the **** up" | |
Put your hands to the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!) | |
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up? | |
Girlies, rub on your titties (Yeah!) | |
Yeah, **** 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 | |
[Verse 2] | |
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 stop pumping 'til after 12pm | |
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 | |
[Hook] | |
Get the **** up | |
Simon says, "Get the **** up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!) | |
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 | |
[Outro] | |
New Jeruz (Get the **** up) | |
Shaolin (Get the **** up) | |
Long Isle (Get the **** up) | |
Worldwide (Get the **** up) |
Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, uh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, ahhh | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
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 | |
Verse 1 | |
Y' all know the name | |
Pharoahe in' Monch, ain' t a damn thing changed | |
You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated | |
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated | |
I alleviated the pain with longterm 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 | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Put your hands to the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what' s up? | |
Girlies, rub on your titties Yeah! | |
Yeah, 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 | |
Verse 2 | |
Yo, where you at? Uptown, let me see ' em | |
Notorious for the sixfives and the BMs | |
Heads give you beef, you put ' em in the mausoleum | |
And shit don' t stop pumping ' til after 12pm | |
Uh, ignorant minds I free ' em | |
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree | |
I' m the most obligated, hard and Rrated | |
Slated to be the best, I must confess the star made it | |
Some might even say this song is sexistes | |
' Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasteses | |
Whether you' re riding the train or a Lexuses | |
This is for either or Rollies or Timexeses | |
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint | |
You holding up the wall then you missing the point | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
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 | |
Outro | |
New Jeruz Get the up | |
Shaolin Get the up | |
Long Isle Get the up | |
Worldwide Get the up |
Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, uh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh | |
Uhuh, uhuh, ahhh | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
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 | |
Verse 1 | |
Y' all know the name | |
Pharoahe in' Monch, ain' t a damn thing changed | |
You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated | |
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated | |
I alleviated the pain with longterm 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 | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Put your hands to the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what' s up? | |
Girlies, rub on your titties Yeah! | |
Yeah, 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 | |
Verse 2 | |
Yo, where you at? Uptown, let me see ' em | |
Notorious for the sixfives and the BMs | |
Heads give you beef, you put ' em in the mausoleum | |
And shit don' t stop pumping ' til after 12pm | |
Uh, ignorant minds I free ' em | |
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree | |
I' m the most obligated, hard and Rrated | |
Slated to be the best, I must confess the star made it | |
Some might even say this song is sexistes | |
' Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasteses | |
Whether you' re riding the train or a Lexuses | |
This is for either or Rollies or Timexeses | |
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint | |
You holding up the wall then you missing the point | |
Hook | |
Get the up | |
Simon says, " Get the up" | |
Throw your hands in the sky Buhbuhbuhbuhbuh! | |
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 | |
Outro | |
New Jeruz Get the up | |
Shaolin Get the up | |
Long Isle Get the up | |
Worldwide Get the up |