Organized konfusion simon says lyrics

Get the fuck up!



Simon says get the fuck up!



Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)



Queens is in the back sippin yak yall whats up? 



Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)



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







Yall know the name



Pharoahe-fuckin-monch, aint a damn thang changed



You all up in the range, then your shits inebriated



Phased from your original plan, you deviated



I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal



Took my underground loot, without the gold



You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood



But when Im in the street, then shit its all good



Im soon to motivate the room, control the game like tomb raider



Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter



Styles greater, let my lyrics annoint



If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point







Get the fuck up!



Simon says get the fuck up!



Put your hands to the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)



Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now whats up? 



Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)



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? ) uptown let me see em



Notorious for the six-fives and the bms



Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum



And the shit dont start pumpin til after 12 pm



Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em



If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree im,



The most obligated, hard and r-rated



Stated 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 your ridin the train or in lexus-es



This is for either/or rollies or timex-eses



Wicked like exorcist, this is the joint



You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point







Get the fuck up!



Simon says get the fuck up!



Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)



The bronx is in the back shootin craps, now whats up? 



Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)



I said, rub on your titties!



New york city gritty commitee, pity the fool that



Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty







New jeru, get the fuck up!



Shaolin, get the fuck up!



Long isle, get the fuck up!



Worldwide, get the fuck up!