Simon Says - Pharoahe Monch

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahh

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)

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 (Uh)

Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (Uh)

You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated (Uh-huh)

Strayed from your original plan, you deviated

I alleviated the pain with long-term goals

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 and shit, it's all good

I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider

Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter

Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint

If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Put your hands to the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?

Girlies, rub on your titties (Yeah)

Yeah, 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?

(Yo, where you at?) Uptown, let me see 'em

Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs

Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum

And shit don't start pumping 'til after 12 p.m.

Uh, 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

Slated 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 you're riding the train or a Lexus-es

This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses

Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint

You holding up the wall then you missing the point

Get the fuck up

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)

The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now, what's up?

Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)

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

New Jeruz (Get the fuck up)

Shaolin, yeah (Get the fuck up)

Long Isle, c'mon (Get the fuck up)

Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (Get the fuck up)