| Song | Simon Says |
| Artist | The Hit Crew |
| Album | Drew's Famous - Kids' Hippity Hop Easter Music |
| Get the fuck up! | |
| Simon says get the fuck 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 shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Y'all know the name! | |
| Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thang changed | |
| You all up in the Range and shit, 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 shit 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 fuck up! | |
| Simon says get the fuck up | |
| Put your hands to the sky | |
| Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what's up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!) | |
| 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 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 sexist-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 fuck up! | |
| Simon says get the fuck 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 fuck up! | |
| Shaolin, get the fuck up! | |
| Long Isle, get the fuck up! | |
| Worldwide, get the fuck up! |
| Get the fuck up! | |
| Simon says get the fuck 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 shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty | |
| Y' all know the name! | |
| Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain' t a damn thang changed | |
| You all up in the Range and shit, inebriated | |
| Strayed from your original plan, you deviated | |
| I alleviated the pain, with the longterm 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 | |
| Rocclock 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 fuck up! | |
| Simon says get the fuck up | |
| Put your hands to the sky | |
| Brooklyn in the back shootin' crack now what' s up? | |
| Girlies, rub on your titties yeahhh! | |
| 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 sixfives 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 Rrated | |
| Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it | |
| Some might even say this song is sexistss | |
| ' Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breastsss | |
| Whether you' re ridin' the train or in Lexuses | |
| This is for either or Rolies or Timexess | |
| 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 | |
| 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 fuck up! | |
| Shaolin, get the fuck up! | |
| Long Isle, get the fuck up! | |
| Worldwide, get the fuck up! |