Pharoahe Monch
Six Fives N BMs
[Intro]
Get the fuck up-up-up
Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
Throw your hands in the sky (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?

[Chorus]
Girlies, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your ti-ti-ti-ti-ti
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) 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 pumping 'til after 12 p.m

[Verse 2]
(Uh), ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday, you will agree I'm
The most obligated-ed-ed-ed
Hard and R-rated
Slated to be thе best, I must confess, the star ma-ma-ma
Somе might even say this song is sexist-es
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-e-e-e
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
[Outro]
Get the fuck up