Pharoahe Monch — Simon Says

[Produced by Pharoahe Monch] [Intro] Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, ahh [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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)