S.i.m.o.nsays lyrics

Artist  : Tech N9ne 
Song : S.i.m.o.nsays



 Send "S.i.m.o.nsays" Ringtone to your Cell 

 *(Yukmouth)*



Regime Life nigga!!

What!

Speak on it!

Tech 9!(Tech
9!)

Uh.

Phats Boss (Phats Boss)

Gonzoe (Gonzoe)

L.Q. nigga (L.Q.)!



Chorus *(Phats Bossi)*



Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged
out!

Throw up yo hands if you Thugged
Out!

First nigga act up, first nigga gettin
drugged out!



Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*



Balla position

Regime niggas fuck
all'a ya women draped up in linen

I spit
this fly shit since I was 5 years old 

on
some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit

toss ya
bitch, keep it top secret, lock it

Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in
they pockets

bitches jock it

we ridin
Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets

nigga
don't knock it

but you need to stop it

top notch shit

I used to cop bricks

rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt

pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the
led 9 spits

nigga you rhyme sick, but you
could never fuck around wit my shit

my
click my crew nigga

that hard time shit

criminal minded, posted on the grind shit

that cone silencer for one time shit

turnin, pounds into ashes

drinkin
Cristal from the bottle

fuck ya glasses

smokin Black-N-Milds to the plastic

the
last trial was kinda drastic

limo driver
got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us

BUT YOU
LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!

I'm A-1 Yola juss
like the package

delivered in triple
wrappin

niggas get blasted an put in a
casket

ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when
they fuck wit Yuk

plus I got my own record
label

SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!



Verse 2 *(Phats Bossi)*



When
things is usual we pop Christy

an stack
them Bentley's

ya pockets empty prete