Organized Konfusion – Simon Says Lyrics
Artist: Organized Konfusion
Song: Simon Says
Get the f#ck up!
Simon says get the f#ck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Queens is in the back sippin yak y’all what’s up?
Girls, rub on your t#tt#es (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it — rub on your t#tt#es
New york city gritty committee pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y’all know the name
Pharoahe-f#ckin-monch, ain’t a damn thang changed
You all up in the range, then your shit’s 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 I’m in the street, then sh#t it’s all good
I’m soon to motivate the room, control the game like tomb raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Style’s greater, let my lyrics annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the f#ck up!
Simon says get the f#ck up!
Put your hands to the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what’s up?
Girlies, rub on your t#tt#es (yeahhhhhh)
f#ck it I said, rub on your t#tt#es
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 bm’s
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the sh#t don’t start pumpin til after 12 pm
Ugnh, 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 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 f#ck up!
Simon says get the f#ck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
The bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what’s up?
Girlies, rub on your t#tt#es (yeahhhhhh)
I said, rub on your t#tt#es!
New york city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New jeru, get the f#ck up!
Shaolin, get the f#ck up!
Long isle, get the f#ck up!
Worldwide, get the f#ck up!
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Release Year: 1994