Simon Says
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Lyrics for Simon Says by Pharoahe Monch
Songwriters: Jamerson, Troy Donald
Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexus-es
Girlies, rub on your titties
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point
New Jeru, get the fuck up
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what's up?
Long Isle, get the fuck up
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Throw your hands in the sky
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
Yak y'all what's up?
Simon says get the fuck up
Girlies, rub on your titties
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
You holdin' up the wall
Simon says get the fuck up
Put your hands to the sky
Get the fuck up
I said, rub on your titties
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
Uptown let me see 'em
(Yo, where you at?)
Girls, rub on your titties
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
Y'all know the name
You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Took my underground loot without the gold
Ignorant minds, I free 'em
Get the fuck up
Shaolin, get the fuck up
And the shit don't start pumpin' 'til after 12 p.m.
Queens is in the back sippin'
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
I alleviated the pain with a long-term goal
I'm the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
Then you missin' the point
Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what's up?
Pharoahe-fuckin'-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

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