![]() Tränen in deinen Augen von Ralf Paulsen.Im Cafe de la Paix in Paris von Gitta Lind.Regentropfen von Die Metropol Vokalistenĭie neuesten Liedertexte aus unserem Archiv.Jim, Jonny und Jonas von Hula-Hawaiin Quartett. ![]() Die Antwort weiß ganz allein der Wind von Peggy March & Benny Thomas.Du bist so a liaber Kerl von Die Zillertaler.Shitstorm Happens von hoedn productions.Wer wird denn weinen von Trude Hesterberg.So schön wie heut, so müsst' es bleiben von Heinz Müller.Vaya Con Dios von Das Sunshine Quartett.Immer will ich treu dir sein von Gitta Lind.Ich bin immer da, wo die Musi spielt von Stefanie Hertel.Wir können uns nur Briefe schreiben von Greetje Kauffeld.Um diesen Text kommentieren zu können, musst Du eingeloggt sein! Leider gibts noch keine Kommentare zu diesem Text. 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 y'all what's 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 Y'all know the name Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed You all up in the Range, then your shit'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 shit 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 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 what's 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 BM's Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum And the shit 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 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 what's 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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