Simon Says

Song Simon Says
Artist YoungStar
Album As Heard On Radio Soulwax Pt. 4

Lyrics

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)

Pinyin

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