Simon Says Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

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!