Obp - Simma Down lyrics

rate me

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