Lyrics Simon Says - The Sequence

Simon Says

We bad, we know it, we got our stuff to show it
So what you see is what you get
And you ain’t seen nothin' yet
So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo!
So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo!
See it ain’t nothin' to it but for you to do it
It’s so easy to learn
You just pop your fingers and stomp your feet
And then let it burn, get down, huh!
You don’t stop, you don’t, you don’t stop that body rock
Huh-huh, you don’t stop, you don’t, you don’t stop
That body rock
We’re the Sequence crew, just doin' the do
Rock-shockin' the house for you
We put the S in the shield, we fill in the heel
We introduce the fellas to the Sequence thrill
Boogie to the beat of the big bam-bam
Clap your hands and let me see you jam
You see we went back home to write a rhyme
Strong enough to shake your behind
We thump so a-doggone hard
They had to call the National Guard, huh!
You don’t stop, you don’t, you don’t stop that body rock
We’re not like Jack or stupid Jill
Before we get pumped, we’ll take the pill
The fellas wanna make love everyday, huh
But when you get pumped, they run away
You know it’s somthin' that you did
But he said «huh!
It’s not my kid!»
You sit right there and you start to cry
And to your moms you lie, lie, lie
But before you know it, the kid is born
The man you love, check it out, he’s gone
You sit there and you have to smile
You wonderin' how you gon' feed the child
But remember you’re young, gifted and black
And that your kid could never be the whack, huh-huh!
You don’t stop, you don’t, you don’t stop that body rock
Just throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it, do it
Throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it, do it
Throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it, do it
Throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it, do it
Simon says
We want you to hold it, na-na-na-na, hoo!
Na-na-na-na, whoo!
Na-na-na-na, whoo!
That body rock
With the Fred Flinstone singin' «Yabba-Dabba-Do»
Can you hear me rappin' baby-bubba
Comin' straight to you
Said a three, six, nine, start the monkey on the line
When the line don’t, the monkey got choke
But he did not die 'cause he thought he was fly
Then he turned around and hit his own self in the eye
So we went to the Apple, and freaked it hard
And all the freaks were freakin' it hard
Like Bugs Bunny and Santa Clause
We’re gonna rock your body 'til you drop your drawers
Like salt and pepper, pepper and salt
If you don’t get down, it’s not our fault
Like George Washington, Abe-ham Lincoln
Baby, don’t you like the way we’re thinkin'?
If you’re ready to rock with the Sequence crew
Scream it out and say «Hey you!»
(Hey you!)
Hey you!
(Hey you!) are you ready to?
Just throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it, do it
Throw your hands in the air
And shake your booty, do it
We’re the Sequence crew, just doin' the do
Rock-shockin' the house for you
We’re the Sequence crew, just doin' the do
Rock-shockin' the house for you
Simon Says