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organized konfusion - simon says (get the fuck up) lyrics
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get the f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck 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 t-tties (yeahhhhhh)
yeah i said it — rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
y’all know the name
pharoahe-f-ckin-monch, ain’t a d-mn thang changed
you all up in the range, then your sh-t’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 sh-t 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 f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck up!
put your hands to the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
brooklyn in the back shootin cr-ps now what’s up?
girlies, rub on your t-tties (yeahhhhhh)
f-ck it i said, rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee, pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(yo, where you at?) uptown let me see em
notorious for the six-fives and the bm’s
heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
and the sh-t don’t start pumpin til after 12 pm
ugnh, 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
stated to be the best, i must confess the star made it
some might even say this song is s-xist-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 f-ck up!
simon says get the f-ck up!
throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
the bronx is in the back shootin cr-ps, now what’s up?
girlies, rub on your t-tties (yeahhhhhh)
i said, rub on your t-tties!
new york city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
new jeru, get the f-ck up!
shaolin, get the f-ck up!
long isle, get the f-ck up!
worldwide, get the f-ck up!
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