Get the **** up! Simon says get the **** up Throw your hands in the sky Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y'all what's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) Yeah I said it, rub on your titties New York City gritty committee pity the fool that Act ****ty in the midst of the calm, the witty Y'all know the name! Pharoahe ******' Monch, ain't a damn thang changed You all up in the Range and ****, inebriated Strayed from your original plan, you deviated I alleviated the pain, with the 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 game like Tomb Raider Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point Get the **** up! Simon says get the **** up Put your hands to the sky Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up? Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) **** 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 shit don't start pumpin' 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 Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it Some might even say this song is ***ist-s-s 'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasts-s-s Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexuses This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point get the **** up Simon says get the **** up Throw your hands in the sky The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps now what's up? Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) 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 **** up! Shaolin, get the **** up! Long Isle, get the **** up! Worldwide, get the **** up!
[00:23.04]Get the **** up! [00:25.43]Simon says get the **** up [00:27.63]Throw your hands in the sky [00:29.88]Bruisers in the back sippin' 'gnac, y'all what's up? [00:33.21]Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) [00:35.60]Yeah I said it, rub on your titties [00:37.29]New York City gritty committee pity the fool that [00:39.68]Act ****ty in the midst of the calm, the witty [00:43.87]Y'all know the name! [00:46.10]Pharoahe ******' Monch, ain't a damn thang changed [00:47.79]You all up in the Range and ****, inebriated [00:50.18]Strayed from your original plan, you deviated [00:52.17]I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals [00:55.21]Took my underground loot, without the gold [00:57.31]You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood [00:59.86]But when I'm in the street and **** it's all good [01:02.59]I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider [01:05.44]Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots [01:08.13]Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint [01:10.42]If you holdin' up the wall then you missin' the point [01:14.15]Get the **** up! [01:16.59]Simon says get the **** up [01:18.48]Put your hands to the sky [01:21.02]Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up? [01:23.70]Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) [01:25.89]**** it, I said rub on your titties [01:28.58]New York City gritty committee pity the fool that [01:30.78]Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty [01:33.82]Yo, where you at? uptown let me see 'em [01:36.16]Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs [01:38.74]Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum [01:41.34]And shit don't start pumpin' til after 12 P.M. [01:43.78]Uh, ignorant minds, I free 'em [01:46.17]If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm [01:48.92]The most obligated, hard and R-rated [01:51.60]Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it [01:53.89]Some might even say this song is ***ist-s-s [01:56.83]'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasts-s-s [01:59.27]Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexuses [02:01.41]This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s [02:04.24]Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint [02:06.33]You holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point [02:11.16]get the **** up [02:13.21]Simon says get the **** up [02:14.85]Throw your hands in the sky [02:17.20]The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps now what's up? [02:20.73]Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) [02:23.38]I said rub on your titties [02:24.82]New York City gritty commitee pity the fool that [02:27.26]Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty [02:30.49]New Jeru, get the **** up! [02:32.88]Shaolin, get the **** up! [02:35.42]Long Isle, get the **** up! [02:37.86]Worldwide, get the **** up!
