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Текст песни Pharoahe Monch - Simon Says Remix

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[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 tittiesNew York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shittyIn 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 upI speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck upAct like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked upPull the truck up, Luck you know the nameAssed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the gameI suppose what you`re spittin is flames, cowardsKnow your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powderSummer`s Eve, I drop degrees chillCome four by four, lose one like Dru HillStay fly till you air sick, now that`s illTwo choices, either squeeze or peel, now that`s real[Pharoahe Monch]WHAT THE FUCK`S goin on here, just a minute now, hold upSinister 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 rhymeShit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacularMiraculous rhyme flow, back track to the ImmaculateBinaca blast nigga that`s fast, son I`ll box yaLadies rub the ta-ta`s, bras, titties and knockers on the floorOWWW! 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 ClapperThe mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slaveSeparate him from him from his fam, he don`t know how to behaveNow, drag his ass, bag dun for his lootFigure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun saluteThat`s seven shots for TupacSeven for Biggie SmallsSeven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood mallsHow`s that, fat action packed rap remain tamePharoahe fuckin Monch, ain`t a damn thing changed[Redman]Yo yo get the fuck upFunk Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck herI leave a nigga hangin like ya mom`s mufflerSnuff her, then my boys follow upRespect like the Fonze, you see the collar upI spit out a bullet, load the barrel upI kamikaze ya town off a Arab busKarat cut, yeah mami pull overI bend ya pussy like for years I knew yogaI`m too smoked up, I can`t remember meOff Hennesy, that`s why I carry Mini-MeI need fifty feet when my performance startsI push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?Nineteen inches, I`m not on the chartsDoc turnin dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop, six in ya hood[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goodsYea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold overI`m hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shouldersYeah 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 tittiesBrick City gritty committeePity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty[Method Man]Yo yo get the fuck upYo yeah I said it, get the fuck upWalk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck upSeek and destroy, baddest boy when I`m puffed upYa 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 goldAnd you and your mic can ease on down the roadAssholes are like opinions, everybody got to have oneShootin in the sky tryin to blast sunZero to sixty in a second, pull a fast oneFifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passionMashin, still fresh in three-day old fashionYour plaid, I`m stripes, together we be flashinHere`s a Tunnel bangerWu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamberThis gon` hurt me more than it hurts youSlap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed youJust so you can feel meThe same way I`ma feel this world when it kill meEven if time stands still, I`ma still beUnderground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the MilkyInnocent until I`m proven guiltyNever got caught in the game of tagMomma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this badNo justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!Underground till we under groundBut y`all first MOTHAFUCKERS![Shabaam Sahdeeq]My thugs, throw up ya setAnd shorties rub on ya breastsGET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm titsYou herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffsI`ll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tipsDouble-S, double the threat, double your betDouble up on that cash if you decide to investYou sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like DAnd I bet, when I go plat, you`ll sound like meShabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into deleteY`all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend`s physiqueI stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heatStay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleamSo toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that linkStraight to Canal I`ll praise that link, then pawn that linkYou 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 DuganBeen thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothinLay it over, another ambush we take overYo we don`t only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake overYou better guard your head right, especially if it`s late at nightOr find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site Yo if you ever violate my spaceFuck a fat lip, I`ll leave you wit a fuckin fat faceNigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I`ll hold you for ransom ansomLike the ghost in a haunted house, I`ll forever live in a mansionBitches, snitches comin out and you know who`s showin itLike when British civil servants pass secrets to the SovietsY`all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friendsLive on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless endsCollosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe MonchoThe head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)Enough substance in the roughnessNow watch it come around in an amazing large abundanceNow let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiendLive nigga shit that`ll rebuild your whole self-esteemPledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of AmericaLet us control and own the fuckin areaWildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck upAnd if you know what`s good for you nigga you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!Hehehe

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