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Simon Says [Remix] Lyrics
| Song | Simon Says [Remix] |
| Artist | Pharoahe Monch |
| Album | Internal Affairs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jamerson | |
| Get the ******* up, Simon says get the ******* up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| Queens is in the back sippin' | |
| Yak y'all what's up? | |
| Girls, rub on your ******* | |
| Yeah, I said it, rub on your ******* | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act *******tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Y'all know the name | |
| Pharoahe-*******'-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed | |
| You all up in the Range, then your *******t'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 *******t 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 | |
| Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint | |
| If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point | |
| Get the ******* up | |
| Simon says get the ******* up | |
| Put your hands to the sky | |
| Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what's up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your ******* | |
| ******* it I said, rub on your ******* | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act *******tty 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 *******t don't start pumpin' 'til after 12 p.m. | |
| 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 you're 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 ******* up | |
| Simon says get the ******* up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what's up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your ******* | |
| I said, rub on your ******* | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act *******tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| New Jeru, get the ******* up | |
| Shaolin, get the ******* up | |
| Long Isle, get the ******* up | |
| Worldwide, get the ******* up |
| zuo ci : Jamerson | |
| Get the up, Simon says get the up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| Queens is in the back sippin' | |
| Yak y' all what' s up? | |
| Girls, rub on your | |
| Yeah, I said it, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| Pharoahe' Monch, ain' t a damn thang changed | |
| You all up in the Range, then your t' s inebriated | |
| Phased from your original plan, you deviated | |
| I alleviated the pain with a longterm 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 t it' s all good | |
| I' m soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider | |
| Rocclock dollars flip, tips like a waiter | |
| Style' s greater, let my lyrics anoint | |
| If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point | |
| Get the up | |
| Simon says get the up | |
| Put your hands to the sky | |
| Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what' s up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your | |
| it I said, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Yo, where you at? | |
| Uptown let me see ' em | |
| Notorious for the sixfives and the BM' s | |
| Heads give you beef, you put ' em in the mausoleum | |
| And the t don' t start pumpin' ' til after 12 p. m. | |
| Ignorant minds, I free ' em | |
| If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree | |
| I' m the most obligated, hard and RRated | |
| Stated 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 ridin' the train or in Lexuses | |
| This is for either or Rollies or Timexeses | |
| Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint | |
| You holdin' up the wall | |
| Then you missin' the point | |
| Get the up | |
| Simon says get the up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what' s up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your | |
| I said, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| New Jeru, get the up | |
| Shaolin, get the up | |
| Long Isle, get the up | |
| Worldwide, get the up |
| zuò cí : Jamerson | |
| Get the up, Simon says get the up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| Queens is in the back sippin' | |
| Yak y' all what' s up? | |
| Girls, rub on your | |
| Yeah, I said it, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Y' all know the name | |
| Pharoahe' Monch, ain' t a damn thang changed | |
| You all up in the Range, then your t' s inebriated | |
| Phased from your original plan, you deviated | |
| I alleviated the pain with a longterm 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 t it' s all good | |
| I' m soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider | |
| Rocclock dollars flip, tips like a waiter | |
| Style' s greater, let my lyrics anoint | |
| If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point | |
| Get the up | |
| Simon says get the up | |
| Put your hands to the sky | |
| Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what' s up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your | |
| it I said, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Yo, where you at? | |
| Uptown let me see ' em | |
| Notorious for the sixfives and the BM' s | |
| Heads give you beef, you put ' em in the mausoleum | |
| And the t don' t start pumpin' ' til after 12 p. m. | |
| Ignorant minds, I free ' em | |
| If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree | |
| I' m the most obligated, hard and RRated | |
| Stated 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 ridin' the train or in Lexuses | |
| This is for either or Rollies or Timexeses | |
| Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint | |
| You holdin' up the wall | |
| Then you missin' the point | |
| Get the up | |
| Simon says get the up | |
| Throw your hands in the sky | |
| The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what' s up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your | |
| I said, rub on your | |
| New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that | |
| Act tty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| New Jeru, get the up | |
| Shaolin, get the up | |
| Long Isle, get the up | |
| Worldwide, get the up |
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