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