Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says

Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says #pharoahemonch #simonsays Get the fuck up! Simon Says get the fuck up! Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! 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! Simon Says get the fuck up! Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO