Testo Simon Says - Pharoahe Monch
Testo della canzone Simon Says (Pharoahe Monch), tratta dall'album Simon Says
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahh
Get-, get-, get-, get up
Simon says, "Get-, get-, get-, get up"
Throw your hands in the sky (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?
Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (yeah)
Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (worldwide)
The gritty committee pity the fool
That act - in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe - Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (uh)
You all up in ya Range and -, inebriated (uh-huh)
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 -, it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the gamе like Tomb Raider
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waitеr
Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get-, get-, get-, get up
Simon says, "Get-, get-, get-, get up"
Throw your hands in the sky (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps, y'all, what's up?
Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (yeah)
Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (worldwide)
The gritty committee pity the fool
That act - in the midst of the calm, the witty
Yo, where you at? (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 - don't start pumping 'til after 12 p.m.
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 in 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
Get-, get-, get-, get up
Simon says, "Get-, get-, get-, get up"
Throw your hands in the sky (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, y'all, what's up?
Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (yeah)
Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (worldwide)
The gritty committee pity the fool
That act - in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeruz (get-, get-, get-, get up)
Shaolin, yeah (get-, get-, get-, get up)
Long Isle, c'mon (get-, get-, get-, get up)
Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (get-, get-, get-, get up)
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Jamerson
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