Obp - Simma Down lyrics
c'mon everybody let's all get down, all get down, all get down
c'mon everybody let's all get down, all get down, all get down
what you know about a hot beat, discreet, club treat
make the girls start to move their feet and their booties
we hot to death like beyonce, when we come to town
better watch your fiance, touche
OBP is legendary
we always be closing like we was glen gary, ross
still pay the cost to be the boss
chalk up a "W" cause we never take a loss, man
me and jess like menage a trois on the microphone
always sweatin' it never leave it alone
the top notch blowin up near you at a hotspot
check 1-2 and you don't stop
i'm hot enough to give a transvestite a boner
and when i'm on the mic steal a show like winona
i'll beat you down like a guest on springer
so you'd better hold you bets, man
we some dead ringers
come one come all to my players ball
and dance to some shit you can't get at the mall
F.T. father time with another dope rhyme
just give me a sec if i haven't blown your mind
to the ladies at the club tryin' to show some love
put your hands in the air ... simmer down now
to the fellas at the show sittin' in the front row
yellin "ho" ... simmer down now
if you're feeling allright ... simmer down
if it's getting to hype ... simmer down
all my people in the place on a paper chase
let me see your face ... simmer down now
what you know about my right hand, my main man
put 'em both together that's my right hand man
where my east side girls, lower ponce chicks
3 from 9, baby that's six
if 6 was a dime i'd want twen twen twen
one dj and 10 to get in
i wanna put on my kick step out fo' sho'
i wanna tap belladonna on the bedroom floor
side to side, back and forth
i come hard with the flow like my name was peter north
highly explosive forever (forever ever?)
yo i never say never
we too clever
we're like 3 times dope
we're 4 the kids
5 for a smoke
nickelbag, we sick we bad
white girls always sayin' "jess you're rad"
i give 'em a card and i say "call the celly"
you know i go deep like jim or jill kelly
janet jackson, janet jackme
i put my honda civic in the VIP
then i skip the line, get kicked out and try another time
see dres, no static at all
i'm down at the Q that's the way that we ball
i'm not lil flip i'm more like big gipp
reppin' ATL everytime i dip
i sip cold brew, i don't smoke the dank
i make a vivid deposit in brianna banks
i play no weak shit, anytime i spin
i'm like vince voyeur, that's my cocateau twin
to the ladies at the club tryin' to show some love
put your hands in the air ... simmer down now
to the fellas at the show sittin' in the front row
yellin "ho" ... simmer down now
if you're feeling allright ... simmer down
if it's getting to hype ... simmer down
all my people in the place on a paper chase
let me see your face ... simmer down now
MCs wanna try and be like me
F.T. from the crew called OBP
you see but you still like heavy d
you blind baby to the F A C T
here i am
so please try and use your senses
FT coming through breaking walls and fences
and barriers OBP will carry ya
put us on the radio and cause hysteria
in your area
FT still the same man
talk a big game putting groups to shame man
peace to all graf writers, all nighters
concerts, pushing up lighters
i say it twice when i think that it's nice, i'm like
simeon rice
simeon rice
i bust beats like b-boys bust windmills
and we the type of people who gon' flow 'til your skin chills
it instills
positive vibes and love maybe
and you know it ain't nothing but a party baby
first to arrive last to leave
and i never go home without a trick up my sleeve
true DJs they don't yell over tracks
and true emcees they step up and spit facts
act 1 scene 2 verse 3 my name
houserocker johnson what's the reason i came...
man, we're coming off the bench, having a big game
'cause most MCs in this game are so lame
peace to def squad gangstarr and the dilated
jurassic lootpack the licks you can't hate it
we underground like adam west in the batcave
told britney spears that she can be my slave
'cause i like a loose booty and i got a little richard
that tastes tutti frutti
to the ladies at the club tryin' to show some love
put your hands in the air ... simmer down now
to the fellas at the show sittin' in the front row
yellin "ho" ... simmer down now
if you're feeling allright ... simmer down
if it's getting to hype ... simmer down
all my people in the place on a paper chase
let me see your face ... simmer down now
