Simon Says

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahhh

Get the **** up

Simon says, "Get the **** up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)

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

Girls, rub on your n*****s (Yeah!)

Yeah, I said it, rub on your n*****s

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-****in'-Monch—ain't a damn thang changed

You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated

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 **** up

Simon says, "Get the **** up"

Put your hands to the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)

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

Girlies, rub on your n*****s (Yeah!)

Yeah, **** it, I said rub on your t*****s

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 BMs

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

And shit don't start pumping till after 12pm

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

'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 **** up

Simon says, "Get the **** up"

Throw your hands in the sky (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)

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

Girls rub on your n*****s (Yeah!)

I said, rub on your n*****s

New York City gritty committee pity the fool

That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

New Jeru (Get the **** up)

Shaolin (Get the **** up)

Long Isle (Get the **** up)

Worldwide (Get the **** up)