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<pre><font size='+2'>Pharoahe Monch - SIMON SAYS (REMIX) lyrics</font><br>[Pharoahe Monch]<BR>GET THE FUCK UP!<BR>Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"<BR>Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)<BR>Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?<BR>Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)<BR>Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties<BR>New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty<BR>In the midst of the calm, the witty<BR><BR>[Lady Luck]<BR>Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP!<BR>Luck said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"<BR>Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up<BR>I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up<BR>Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up<BR>Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name<BR>Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game<BR>I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards<BR>Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder<BR>Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill<BR>Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill<BR>Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill<BR>Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real<BR><BR>[Pharoahe Monch]<BR>WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up<BR>Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up <BR>When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind <BR>My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme<BR>Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular<BR>Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate<BR>Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya<BR>Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor<BR>OWWW! Fellas pull ya cock out <BR>On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out <BR>Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers <BR>Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper<BR>The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave<BR>Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave<BR>Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot<BR>Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute<BR>That's seven shots for Tupac<BR>Seven for Biggie Smalls<BR>Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls<BR>How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame<BR>Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed<BR><BR>[Redman]<BR>Yo yo get the fuck up<BR>Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"<BR>I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her<BR>I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler<BR>Snuff her, then my boys follow up<BR>Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up<BR>I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up<BR>I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus<BR>Karat cut, yeah mami pull over<BR>I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga<BR>I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me<BR>Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me<BR>I need fifty feet when my performance starts<BR>I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?<BR>Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts<BR>Doc turnin dark off a warning shot <BR>Drive off and pop, six in ya hood<BR>[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods<BR>Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over<BR>I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders<BR>Yeah GET THE FUCK UP!<BR><BR>[Pharoahe Monch]<BR>Simon Says "GET THE FUCK UP!"<BR>Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)<BR><BR>[Redman]<BR>Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!<BR>Girls, rub on ya titties<BR>(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties<BR>Brick City gritty committee<BR>Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty<BR><BR>[Method Man]<BR>Yo yo get the fuck up<BR>Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up<BR>Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up<BR>Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up<BR>Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?<BR>We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?<BR>Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold<BR>And you and your mic can ease on down the road<BR>Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one<BR>Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun<BR>Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one<BR>Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion<BR>Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion<BR>Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin<BR>Here's a Tunnel banger<BR>Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber<BR>This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you<BR>Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you<BR>Just so you can feel me<BR>The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me<BR>Even if time stands still, I'ma still be<BR>Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky<BR>Innocent until I'm proven guilty<BR>Never got caught in the game of tag<BR>Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad<BR>No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!<BR>Underground till we under ground<BR>But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS!<BR><BR>[Shabaam Sahdeeq]<BR>My thugs, throw up ya set<BR>And shorties rub on ya breasts<BR>GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits<BR>You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs<BR>I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips<BR>Double-S, double the threat, double your bet<BR>Double up on that cash if you decide to invest<BR>You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D<BR>And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me<BR>Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete<BR>Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique<BR>I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat<BR>Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam<BR>So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link<BR>Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link<BR>You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"<BR>Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up<BR><BR>[Busta Rhymes]<BR>Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan<BR>Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin<BR>Lay it over, another ambush we take over<BR>Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over<BR>You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night<BR>Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site <BR>Yo if you ever violate my space<BR>Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face<BR>Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom<BR>Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion<BR>Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it<BR>Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets<BR>Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends<BR>Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends<BR>Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho<BR>The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)<BR>Enough substance in the roughness<BR>Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance<BR>Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend<BR>Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem<BR>Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America<BR>Let us control and own the fuckin area<BR>Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up<BR>And if you know what's good for you nigga you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!<BR>Hehehe<br><br><a href='http://www.burbler.com' target='_blank'>Burbler</a> | <a href="http://www.burbler.com/pharoahe-monch-simon-says-remix-lyrics.html" target='_blank'>Pharoahe Monch - SIMON SAYS (REMIX) lyrics</a></pre>

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Get the fuck up, Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
Queens is in the back sippin'
Yak y'all what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties
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
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
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
Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties
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 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 are-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 fuck up
Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties
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

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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