Log dich ein um diese Funktion zu nutzen. Simon Says Songtext von Pharoahe Monch. 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. Fehlerhaften Songtext melden.


Simon Says (remix) è tratto dall'Album Y'all Know the Name

Simon Says Songtext
Get the fuck up! Simon Says get the fuck up! Throw your hands in the sky BO! Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up? Girls, rub on your titties yeahhhhhh 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 annoint If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point Get the fuck up! Put your hands to the sky BO! Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up? Girlies, rub on your titties yeahhhhhh 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 PM Ugnh, 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 your ridin the train or in Lexus-es.
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Simon Says Pharoahe Monch Get the fuck up! Simon Says get the fuck up! Throw your hands in the sky BO! Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up? Girls, rub on your titties yeahhhhhh Yeah I said it 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 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 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 Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point Get the fuck up! Put your hands to the sky BO! Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up? Girlies, rub on your titties yeahhhhhh 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?
Get the fuck up! Simon Says get the fuck up! Throw your hands in the sky BO!