Pharoahe Monch — Simon Says Radio Version

[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— Get— Get— Get up Simon says, "Get— Get— Get— Get up" Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up? Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (Yeah) Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (Worldwide) The gritty committee pity the fool That act **** in the midst of the calm, the witty [Verse 1] Y'all know the name (Uh) Pharoahe **** Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (Uh) You all up in ya Range and ****, 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 ****, it's all good I'm soon to motivate a room, control the gamе like Tomb Raider Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waitеr Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point [Chorus] Get— Get— Get— Get up Simon says, "Get— Get— Get— Get up" Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps, y'all, what's up? Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (Yeah) Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (Worldwide) The gritty committee pity the fool That act **** 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 **** 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 in 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— Get— Get— Get up Simon says, "Get— Get— Get— Get up" Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, y'all, what's up? Ladies lookin' hot and pretty (Yeah) Doin' your thing in the club, high, saditty (Worldwide) The gritty committee pity the fool That act **** in the midst of the calm, the witty [Outro] New Jeruz (Get— Get— Get— Get up) Shaolin, yeah (Get— Get— Get— Get up) Long Isle, c'mon (Get— Get— Get— Get up) Worldwide, c'mon, c'mon (Get— Get— Get— Get up)