Simon Says [Original Street][Instrumental]

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 (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) 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 (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) 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 (uh huh) 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 stop pumping 'til after 12 PM 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 (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) 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 (come on, get the fuck up) Worldwide (come on, come on, get the fuck up)