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Organized Konfusion - Simon Says |
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O TOP - O... - Organized Konfusion Lyrics - Simon Says Lyrics
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 yall whats 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 Yall know the name Pharoahe-fuckin-monch, aint a damn thang changed You all up in the range, then your shits 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 Im in the street, then shit its all good Im soon to motivate the room, control the game like tomb raider Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter Styles 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! bo!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now whats 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 bms Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum And the shit dont start pumpin til after 12 pm Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree im, 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 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 (bo! bo! bo! bo!) The bronx is in the back shootin craps, now whats up? Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh) I said, rub on your titties! New york city gritty commitee, 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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