Pharoah Monch Simon Says(Dirty) Lyrics
            Get the f___ up!
            Simon Says get the f___ 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__ties (yeahhhhhh)
            Yeah I said it -- rub on your t__ties
            New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
            act s___ty in the midst of the calm, the witty
        
            Y'all know the name
            Pharoahe-f___in-Monch, ain't a d___ thang changed
            You all up in the Range, then your s___'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 s___ 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
            If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
        
            Get the f___ up!
            Simon Says get the f___ up!
            Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
            Brooklyn in the back shootin c___s now what's up?
            Girlies, rub on your t__ties (yeahhhhhh)
            f___ it I said, rub on your t__ties
            New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
            act s___ty 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 s___ 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__ist-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___ up!
            Simon Says get the f___ up!
            Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
            The Bronx is in the back shootin c___s, now what's up?
            Girls, rub on your t__ties (yeahhhhhh)
            I said, rub on your t__ties!
            New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
            act s___ty in the midst of the calm, the witty
        
            New Jeru, get the f___ up!
            Shaolin, get the f___ up!
            Long Isle, get the f___ up!
            Worldwide, get the f___ up!
        
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