[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Simon say I can make a grip if I load up this clip
And empty off in a mother, if I want to get paid
Ain't no games to be played, scarface I watch on a daily basis
Smokin' laces, goin' different places, stickin' milli' in they faces, no cases
Lucky me 'cause Simon said I'm gonna live through the shoot of
Sellin' big buddha, blunts big enough for a pharmaceutical distributor
Pimp you the, go down on how many words demanded me and Bakari, Evil Ward, PKW
I ran this, my shit was landed, playa vision was my decision, fuckin' school 'cause my teachers' a fool for followin' rules
When I make that run, when I make that sound when I pop that gun
Leaving demons numb, releasing feces, piss and cum
Damn, my future's looking manic, satanic, forces ran it
Dammit, I'm in a frantic state of panic
And it don't matter none to me 'cause Simon got my head
I'm mentally dead and I'll pump you full of lead, just 'cause Simon said
[Chorus: Charmelle Cofield]
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Bitches, Biancas, and Biatchresses, it's all the same
Simon says he already equipped me with hella game
Paid me for these small deeds
And get Nathan, but I'll run up in it, all creeds, planting the seeds
He said I can stick it with no protection
I know flection, with a hoe with no J on my erection
It's not a God call, hittin' this fraud wall, I'm just an oddball
Running back and forth in Todd Hall
All, these bitches, swingin' on my inches
Thinkin that they gettin' white picket fences, on my expenses
Simon said no worries, Hakuna Matata
But my dick is heated like an enchelotta, it's gettin' hotta
Nobody move, nobody get burned, bullshit if I'm on Flex
I guess then I'm on it when I get dressed with the latex
I bone it, but I don't dumb, niggas like me end up dead
For fuckin' neck and head, just because Simon said
[Chorus: Charmelle Cofield]
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Sex, indica, ooh, money, obsession, neglect, that's what S.I.M.O.N. means
But I heard this voice say, "Hey Tech, what about your dreams?"
Fuck that dreamin' and do this dirt, said that Si-ah-mo-in
You gotta act like you want to be livin' fat like a Samoan
Caught up in listening to Simon, this time I chose to kick rhymes
Get mine, the big times waitin' for me was tryin' to get signed
Witness hearin' my mom's
Got a record deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry Louis, prospective then my shit bomb
BOOM! In the face
I'm on the paper chase
Simon said he couldn't believe I resorted to rhymin', get your shit together, no time for relaxin'
Time to go back to poppin' your 9 milli jackson
So what, I'm stuck, but, I'm hearing voices saying fuck that nigga named Simon
Get with a nigga named Diamond
And now, a nigga from the MidWest
Is 'bout to have these Biancas hearing me widespread, fuck what Simon said
[Chorus: Charmelle Cofield]
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says
Simon says
Sex, indica, money, obsession, neglect
Oh yeah
Simon says