Текст песни Simon Says (remix) - Pharoahe Monch
GET
THE
FUCK
UP!
Simon
says
"GET
THE
FUCK
UP!"
Throw
ya
hands
in
the
sky
(buck
buck
buck
buck
buck!)
Queens
is
in
the
back
sippin
'Gnac,
y'all
wassup?
Girls,
rub
on
your
titties
(yeah)
Yeah
fuck
it
I
said
it
rub
on
ya
titties
New
York
City
gritty
committee,
pity
the
fool
that
act
shitty
In
the
midst
of
the
calm,
the
witty
(Lady
Luck)
Yo
SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP!
Luck
said
"SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP!"
Bitches
in
the
back,
like
crack
get
it
cut
up
I
speak
on
behalf
of
them
broads
you
call
stuck
up
Act
like
a
man
and
get
cocked,
smacked
or
fucked
up
Pull
the
truck
up,
Luck
you
know
the
name
Assed
out
in
the
bleachers
stay
shittin
on
the
game
I
suppose
what
you're
spittin
is
flames,
cowards
Know
your
crew
was
vaginal,
I
could
smell
the
dooch
powder
Summer's
Eve,
I
drop
degrees
chill
Come
four
by
four,
lose
one
like
Dru
Hill
Stay
fly
till
you
air
sick,
now
that's
ill
Two
choices,
either
squeeze
or
peel,
now
that's
real
(Pharoahe
Monch)
WHAT
THE
FUCK'S
goin
on
here,
just
a
minute
now,
hold
up
Sinister
wit
hit
the
time
I
diminish
him
finish
him,
roll
up
When
I'm,?
cinematography
state
of
mind
My
rap
trip,
rip,
clip,
say
the
rhyme
Shit,
I
spectacular
run
hit
spit
bitches
venacular
Miraculous
rhyme
flow,
back
track
to
the
Immaculate
Binaca
blast
nigga
that's
fast,
son
I'll
box
ya
Ladies
rub
the
ta-ta's,
bras,
titties
and
knockers
on
the
floor
OWWW!
Fellas
pull
ya
cock
out
On
the
verge
to
splurge
verbs
for
third
round
knock
out
Uh
I
bust
a
rhyme
that
dust
frustrated
rappers
Dust
crush
competition,
lights
out
like
the
Clapper
The
mic
ripper,
whip
a
nigga
like
a
slave
Separate
him
from
him
from
his
fam,
he
don't
know
how
to
behave
Now,
drag
his
ass,
bag
dun
for
his
loot
Figure
me
to
give
a
nigger-y
twenty-one
gun
salute
That's
seven
shots
for
Tupac
Seven
for
Biggie
Smalls
Seven
for
Freaky
Tah
up
in
your
neighborhood
malls
How's
that,
fat
action
packed
rap
remain
tame
Pharoahe
fuckin
Monch,
ain't
a
damn
thing
changed
(Redman)
Yo
yo
get
the
fuck
up
Funk
Doctor
Spot
said
"Get
the
fuck
up"
I
got
a
bitch
named
Nina
and
I
tuck
her
I
leave
a
nigga
hangin
like
ya
mom's
muffler
Snuff
her,
then
my
boys
follow
up
Respect
like
the
Fonze,
you
see
the
collar
up
I
spit
out
a
bullet,
load
the
barrel
up
I
kamikaze
ya
town
off
a
Arab
bus
Karat
cut,
yeah
mami
pull
over
I
bend
ya
pussy
like
for
years
I
knew
yoga
I'm
too
smoked
up,
I
can't
remember
me
Off
Hennesy,
that's
why
I
carry
Mini-Me
I
need
fifty
feet
when
my
performance
starts
I
push
a
armored
car
wit?
Lauren
Harts?
Nineteen
inches,
I'm
not
on
the
charts
Doc
turnin
dark
off
a
warning
shot
Drive
off
and
pop,
six
in
ya
hood
(Monch)
Fuck
the
limelight,
we
rhyme
tight,
plus
snatch
the
goods
Yea-yeah
my
nigga,
one
rhyme
you
fold
over
I'm
hot-headed
cuz
I
walk
wit
cold
shoulders
Yeah
GET
THE
FUCK
UP!
(Pharoahe
Monch)
Simon
Says
"GET
THE
FUCK
UP!"
Throw
ya
hands
in
the
sky
(buck
buck
buck
buck
buck!)
(Redman)
Jersey
in
the
back
jackin
cars
now
wassup!
Girls,
rub
on
ya
titties
(Yeah)
That's
right
I
said
it,
rub
on
ya
titties
Brick
City
gritty
committee
Pity
the
fool
that
act
shitty,
in
the
midst
of
the
calm,
the
witty
(Method
Man)
Yo
yo
get
the
fuck
up
Yo
yeah
I
said
it,
get
the
fuck
up
Walk
through
Shaolin
after
dark,
you
get
stuck
up
Seek
and
destroy,
baddest
boy
when
I'm
puffed
up
Ya
know
my
name,
and
Pharoahe
Moch,
why
we
came
what?
We
off
the
chain,
plus
we
plottin
on
the
chain,
what?
Know
ya
role,
by
the
way
tuck
ya
gold
And
you
and
your
mic
can
ease
on
down
the
road
Assholes
are
like
opinions,
everybody
got
to
have
one
Shootin
in
the
sky
tryin
to
blast
sun
Zero
to
sixty
in
a
second,
pull
a
fast
one
Fifty
cent
flashin
they
hate
us
wit
a
passion
Mashin,
still
fresh
in
three-day
old
fashion
Your
plaid,
I'm
stripes,
together
we
be
flashin
Here's
a
Tunnel
banger
Wu-Tang
death
penalty,
the
gas
chamber
This
gon'
hurt
me
more
than
it
hurts
you
Slap
ya
like
the
doctor
the
day
your
momma
birthed
you
Just
so
you
can
feel
me
The
same
way
I'ma
feel
this
world
when
it
kill
me
Even
if
time
stands
still,
I'ma
still
be
Underground
and
filthy,
gotta
have
our
Way
like
the
Milky
Innocent
until
I'm
proven
guilty
Never
got
caught
in
the
game
of
tag
Momma
never
kept
a
boyfriend
wit
kids
this
bad
No
justice,
RAIDER
RUCKUS!
Underground
till
we
under
ground
But
y'all
first
MOTHAFUCKERS!
(Shabaam
Sahdeeq)
My
thugs,
throw
up
ya
set
And
shorties
rub
on
ya
breasts
GET
THE
FUCK
UP,
outta
that
dress,
I
palm
tits
You
herbs
get
flipped
like
jeeps
on
mountain
cliffs
I'll
rip
through
your
chest,
hollow-point
talent
tips
Double-S,
double
the
threat,
double
your
bet
Double
up
on
that
cash
if
you
decide
to
invest
You
sound
like
Big,
you
sound
like
Jay,
you
sound
like
D
And
I
bet,
when
I
go
plat,
you'll
sound
like
me
Shabaam
Sahdeeq,
injure
your
fleet
into
delete
Y'all
crabs
are
weak,
frail
like
a
fiend's
physique
I
stay
on
the
street,
stay
on
the
beat,
stay
wit
the
heat
Stay
stickin
fools
like
you
for
the
rocks
that
gleam
So
toss
that
link,
dummy,
shoulda
insured
that
link
Straight
to
Canal
I'll
praise
that
link,
then
pawn
that
link
You
froze
up,
Sahdeeq
says
"Shut
the
fuck
up!"
Punk
niggas
get
gun-butt
up
and
tied
up
(Busta
Rhymes)
Busta
Rhymes
is
like
Hacksaw
Jim
Dugan
Been
thuggin,
lovin
the
way
we
flood
jewels
for
nothin
Lay
it
over,
another
ambush
we
take
over
Yo
we
don't
only
get
money,
we
cut
the
coke
and
cook
the
shake
over
You
better
guard
your
head
right,
especially
if
it's
late
at
night
Or
find
your
picture
of
your
autoposy
up
on
the
web
site
Yo
if
you
ever
violate
my
space
Fuck
a
fat
lip,
I'll
leave
you
wit
a
fuckin
fat
face
Nigga,
Busta
Rhymes
the
handsome,
I'll
hold
you
for
ransom
ansom
Like
the
ghost
in
a
haunted
house,
I'll
forever
live
in
a
mansion
Bitches,
snitches
comin
out
and
you
know
who's
showin
it
Like
when
British
civil
servants
pass
secrets
to
the
Soviets
Y'all
niggas
is
seemless
blends
of
seemless
friends
Live
on
about?
on
a
bunch
of
seamless
ends
Collosal,
me
and
my
nigga
Pharoahe
Moncho
The
head
honcho,
gettin
this
money
like
Leonardo
(do
do
do)
Enough
substance
in
the
roughness
Now
watch
it
come
around
in
an
amazing
large
abundance
Now
let
me
clear
the
smoke
screen
you
blow
fiend
Live
nigga
shit
that'll
rebuild
your
whole
self-esteem
Pledge
allegiance
to
the
flag
of
united
live
niggas
of
America
Let
us
control
and
own
the
fuckin
area
Wildin
in
your
whip
until
your
crash
the
whole
truck
up
And
if
you
know
what's
good
for
you
nigga
you
better
GET
THE
FUCK
UP!
Hehehe
Альбом
Y'all Know the Name
1 Y'all Know the Name
2 Oh No
3 What Is the Law
4 Fuck You
5 Livin' It Up
6 Innovations
7 My Life
8 Simon Says (remix)
9 Street Smartz
10 Mumia 911 (Diamond D remix)
11 Dub Plate
12 Lyrical Fluctuation 2000
13 Dirty Decibels
14 I Shot the Mayor
15 The Anthem
16 Stray Bullet
17 Bring It On
18 Last Dayz
19 WWIII
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