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[Biz Markie singing]
My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria My new album is called, "Weekend Warrior" But every time that I always hit a note Just like DJ Kool, "eh-ah," Let Me Clear My Throat But let me tell you that my name is the Original the B-I-Z Marrrrrrrr-Kie |
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Yo, you know this is.. FON-KAY
I'd like to say rest in peace, to Aaliyah (sweet thing) And 'Left Eye' Lopez But, you know, shout out to my man Bruce Lee Jackie Chan, check it out, Jet Li [Verse One] I'ma bring it to you like this Drop a three pointer from the corner like swish Walk around with a name belt and a funky new rap Shell tops new and Space Invaders cap Old school like, bread and gravy Me and Monty roll together like Fred and Grady Ain't, nothin you can say to stop this mad man Play Defender, Centipede and Ms. Pac-Man Just like Martin Luther I had a dream In a house with no heat, just kerosene Call Biz Mark, so you get the better connection The type to wear Timbs to a weddin reception I'm so smart, I even got a GED Plus a vide-oh-oh, BET, and MTV I'm the best thing out now go ask your moms Spendin money on cars just to pass the time [Chorus] Four chicken wings with shrimp fried rice, that's good {*scratch: "Egg foo yung"*} Beef and broccoli with a little white rice, that's good {*scratch: "Fried one time"*} Chicken chow mein with a little white rice, that's good {*sample: "Mix it mix it up nice"*} I need a couple of egg rolls in my neighborhood, that's good [Verse Two] I'm the Uptown rhymer, large like Big Momma Keep three girls on the couch like "Oh Drama" End every line with period, no comma Hidin out 'til I'm found like Osama Walk on water, filled with pirahnas Want the tie within coats with no liner If I ever lose my girl, I go find her If not, I got Shirl' and Tawanna Right back on ya, yep the old timer Any contract you got, I no sign-a Don't smoke or use drugs, of no kind-a Everything that I wear, is de-signer Just like Dolce, hang with Gabbana Biz Mark play his part, the show timer Make any party hot like your sauna Still keep the crowd controlled with no drama [Chorus] - change last line to "I need SOME egg rolls.." etc. [Verse Three] It's the Mmah, Zah-aYYAH, Rrah, Zah-KaYYAH When Guiliani leave I will be the Mayor In the year two-thou', I'm gonna house I'm still tryin to look up a girl's blouse Got a Hummer for the summer, Benz for my girlfriend When it comes to ice, I got a lot of dia-monds I'm hangin at the Rucker, watchin skip-to-my-loo Girls askin me to do the {*puh, ah one-two*} Weather is good, about eighty degrees My X-Ray vision seein thongs and G's Thankin the Lord for the beautiful day I seen people sippin on Tanqueray Everything's the same, in the new millen' Seattle is where, they got a Hip-Hop Museum So listen to the way I rock the spot Right about now I'ma make you hot [Chorus] - change last line again [Biz Markie] Rrrrrah! The Emmezah.. Hey, Bruce Lee! Jackie Chan! My man Jet Li! Five Deadly Venoms, the Master Killer Huang Yu, Angela Mayo, okay {*Biz imitating the oriental beat*} I'm the Bizz Markeeee and I can rock To {???} I can't forget my man by the name of {?} he rock He rock, I'm the Biz and I STOP |
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(featuring Elephant Man)
[Elephant Man] Biz Markie and Elephant Man, we sensei Bump fair ladies like Sean Paul, okay, c'mon! [Biz Markie] Ladies and gentlemen, how do you do (a do) It's been a long time but without further adieu (adieu) The Diabolical came to get the job done Cause I'm the, Woogie Boogie and the master of fun If you're ready to rock, and ready to get down The grand groovin here to prove a different sound I gotta get funky for the Y2K Each and every time I know what to say East West Midwest and the Dirty South Always love the way that I be rockin the house All the ladies, in the new jeans Like Steve Arrington, you make me weak at the knees I'm glad to be right here with y'all Let the players play, and ballers ball, so Chant, if you like the song C'mon baby doll just sing along [Chorus - repeat 2X] Girl, let me see you bounce Let me see you bounce Let me see you bounce Bounce [Elephant Man] Every ting be a bounce, make me see girls a bounce Make me see boots a bounce, make me see party a bounce Disc jockey be a bounce, raise the stage up and bounce Hopin dat de club a bounce, if ya irie a bounce All de funkers a bounce, bartenders a bounce Soul people a bounce, all dese people a bounce EVERY TING A BOUNCE, ju know! Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere What kind of booty dat she have {?} in de air Just a bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere - ju know! C'mon [Chorus] [Biz Markie] Yes, I'm here to confess That I took the S off Superman's chest He got mad cause I felt, Lois Lane's breasts I asked her could I touch 'em and she said yes So I guess, that I got the most finesse Cause I wear {?} Fila, Ecko, Akademic and Guess When I watch cartoons I watch Johnny Qwest I wake up in the mornin and shower with Zest I hope you understand the rhyme I express And that you know, poppa don't take no mess You're rockin with the best, so forget the rest Cause you know that the Biz always pass his tests Like if I was in high school sittin at a desk Starin at a teacher, lookin up her dress You gotta admit that the rhymes are fresh Right about now I gotta take recess So uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh Uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh Make it sexy, sexy baby Make it sexy, sexy baby Make it sexy, sexy baby So shake it baby just shake it baby So sexy, sexy baby Make it sexy, sexy baby Make it sexy, sezy baby Just shake it, shake it Shake it, don't break it Don't fake it, don't break it Just shake it, don't break it.. {*fades out*} |
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[Chorus: Lil' Kal + possibly others]
It's my country, you can say what you, wanna say about me But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney It's like a dream - yeah, it's like a dream - yeah cause at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney [Verse One: Biz Markie] It's the Emzah-A, R-Rzah-Kayah Like the internet, I am here to stay-ah Been a long time, I know it's been years "Oops! I Did it Again" like Britney Spears Like +The Matrix+, I - Keanu Reeves Ring around the collar and doo doo on the sleeves I'm explosive, like, dynamite I should be on "Entertainment Tonight" Or "Access Hollywood" or "Soul Train" I'm so on fire, I fart propane Don't use Rogaine, got a head full of hair Cause the brother on the mic is so debonnaire I'm so cool, the Fonz say "EYY!" Cause I'm the best MC from around my way Never listen to what haters say I just stay focused like Kobe in L.A. [Chorus] [Verse Two: Biz Markie] I'ma do it, like I never have done it Never got drunk and never got blunted The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it Super educated master rap techniquer Ill funk freaker every day of the week-ah Whether it's Kim, Agnes, Monique or Tamika My unique physique make 'em all weaker and weaker Cause I'm hung, like +Mighty Joe Young+ They all get sprung, from the joy that I brung I drive a Hummer, I'm hot like Donna Summers I'm one of the first human (rum-a-pum pummers) No matter what they say, I always sound flyer Than anyone you heard, or even de-sired Yes it's me, I'm the Original B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I with the E [Chorus] [Verse Three: Biz Markie] The beat don't stop 'til everybody's gone I'm old school like a bag of Bonton Like the Mary Jane Girls I go "All Night Long" Hit you in the head like El Kabong My style is masculine, far from feminine I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them I don't know what you came to do I came to rock the house for you From sunny California to Kalamazoo! Been rockin parties since ninety-two I know you heard that +Reality Bites+ But I'm +Liver+ than the show called +Saturday Night+ I stay on, looks like, city lights Chicks cling on me like ballerina tights Like Minnie Mouse and Courageous Cat You can't beat that with a baseball bat! [Chorus] |
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[Verse One]
I'd like to tell a story and it goes like this Before I was makin money hand over fist The mid-80's is what I'm talkin about You will agree without a reasonable doubt As I tell this tale, sittin on a pail This is one you'll like when it's done Only certain people know about Union Square The Rooftop, Latin Quarter, cause I was there Red Alert downtown, Brucie Bee uptown Grandmaster Vic had a different sound You had block parties, with free gifts Mr. Magic and Marley gave radio a lift You don't understand, but we do That's why I'm tryin to explain it to you So sit back and listen, to what I say As I tell the story of this beautiful day [Chorus: sampled] "We'll go dancing in the dark" - HEY! "Walking through the park, and reminiscing" BREAK IT ON DOWN! [Verse Two] Before Versace and DKNY There was a lot of clothes that was fly Like Polo, Benetton, Coca-Cola and Osh Kosh Guess jeans and others that's acid washed D.C. wore K-Swiss and Sergio Tacchini Girls wore tennis skirts, that was mini Spot Belch, Ewings, Le Coq Sportif, New Balance, Fila, Nike and Elites African clothes and medallions was worn And when Rakim came out, knowledge was born In the midst of it all, I almost forgot There was a brother uptown makin his own spot Makin Gucci, leather and suede tailor made That had more flavor than mom's Kool-Aid I'm gonna tell you, the name of this man He goes by the name of the Dapper Dan [Chorus] [Verse Three] See at this time, you might think I'm strange Cause I wore a four-finger ring, and big gold chains Like I was Mr. T from the A-Team It was just a sign of me makin cream But the cars and jeeps was incred-a Like the Audi, 280 Z's, 98's and Jettas Cherokees, Wranglers, Suzuki Sidekicks L.A. and West coast cars was doin tricks Now the dances was crazy to match Like the Pee Wee, The Wop and the Cabbage Patch The Prep, The Snake, and "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark" The way the Gucci Girls gave shows a spark Now listen, to what I got to say-ah Reagan was Pres', and Koch was the Mayor You can't beat that with a baseball bat And you'd never see me without my Biz Mark hat [Chorus] - 4X w/ ad libs |
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Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Friends Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Verse One] I saw this girl from like around the way I told her I was the B-I-Z Emezah-A She said she know my reputation, know I got clout And like to get to know me, without no doubt So we started havin long telephone conversations Tryin to feel each other out, showin a lot of patience Was a hook-up from my man, word bond she was bad If I met her whole family I would kiss her dad So in my mind I was thinkin she really liked me She got a good head on her shoulder and she's no dummy Me and her, had compatible horoscopes But she bugged me out so bad I was on the ropes Now when I was with her, my shoulders shrugged Because when I reached out for a kiss and hug She mushed me in my face, and smiles with a grin And said this question [Chorus] Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends? Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends? Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends? [Verse Two] I knew she was different, a very special gal For the time being, hmm I shall Respect her wishes, she wasn't a groupie I understand, she said she just had met me I liked her for that, a woman with morals She called me every day, so I saw she was loyal It bugged me out cause I don't usually wait But on a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-eight We was goin out on the reg', movies and dinner Always stay at my house, way past ten o', clock I thought she really really liked me I did the right thing, like my name was Spike Lee She had her own car so I walked her to the door Like Busta Rhymes I said, "Gimme Some More" So I put my lips out, to get a kiss And she said just like this [Chorus] [Verse Three] I knew somethin was wrong because my mack is correct Talkin for six months and didn't hit it yet? I thought I was slippin, or maybe in a slump I felt like Eddie Murphy when he was Professor Klump Naw it can't be, she's here every day So I don't know why she'd wanna treat me this way I gotta investigate like Magnum P.I. I just don't understand, why oh why So the next time I saw her she was unhappy She had a frown on her face and real jumpy I said, "Yo what's wrong?" I was real concerned The way she looked her life had took a real turn She said, "I went to court today," and I said, "What?" "If I tell you this, you're gonna go nut" I said, "Tell me I can take it I won't pretend" "I gotta go to jail for life, so.." [Chorus] |
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[Biz + P. Diddy]
And you don't stop And you can't stop [P. Diddy] Yeah, yeah - I like this [B-I-Z] If you [Diddy] If you [B-I-Z] Wanna know [Diddy] Wanna know [B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz [Diddy] A-say what, a-say what? [B-I-Z] Well I'm the Biz Markie [Diddy] And I'm the P. Diddy [B-I-Z] So you know what time it is [Diddy] A-come on [B-I-Z] If you [Diddy] If you [B-I-Z] Wanna know [Diddy] Wanna know [B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz [Diddy] A-say what? [Diddy] And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy [Diddy] And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT [P. Diddy] So come on Diabolical Don't stop and don't you dare quit Just get on the mic, sit on the mic Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit! [Biz Markie] When I get on the mic, I guarantee There's no better MC than Biz Markie Everything I say, or anything I do Will move yo' posse or your crew When you me hear me say, and what I play Affects a lot of people in the strangest way Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn And I never miss a tag when it's my turn Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance' I can - flip the crowd with a wave of my hand I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!" [Chorus] You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose But please, please, leave my thang alone [Biz Markie] I'm the court jester, the manifester I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's The rhymerator, the beat creator Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato The dime repeater, the MC greeter Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater The only MC in history Who didn't even have to R-A-P The bum destroyer, I'm comin for ya Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer Make James Brown get down (yeah yeah) Made Beretta go get her (yeah yeah) Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (yeah yeah) Go change they sweaters (yeah yeah) I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4 Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door Rocked seven continents with all this flow "And this is somethin for the radi-ohhhh" [Chorus] [Biz Markie] Got ladies screamin STRANJE STRANJE With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah First car, I ever had was a Beamer First girl, I ever had was a screamer I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema Put the party people in a state of shock While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach This is the end of this scenario Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go - gotta go!" [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ ad libs [sung ad libs before a quick fadeout] |
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[Verse One: Biz Markie]
This is a story about without a doubt When I'm done, you will all scream and shout They always say time is on our side If it is, why is it a rough ride? If I could save time or return to the past I would bring back the good times, hate to last Like when I was the size of Jay-Z Back when Ra was still with Eric B Remember when friends was friends, and LL had a Benz? And cell phones and beepers was the new trends? When Koch was the mayor and Reagan was the Pres? We listened to what other enemies said [Chorus: Lil' Kal] I wish there was somethin made, or somethin designed Where I could turn back the hands of time I wish there was somethin made, or somethin designed Where I could turn back the hands of time [Verse Two: Biz Markie] I know y'all remember goin to Great Adventure On Labor Day on the Beach in Virginia The beginnin of the summer, at Jones Beach When t-shirts, were ten dollars each Didn't matter if you had a Lex, Beamer or a Benz As long, as you had room for, all of the friends Mr. Softee came through, or the Good Humor truck When ice cream, was less than a buck If it was up to me and I could turn back the clock I'd bring Masterdon, Buffy, and Scott LaRock So - please listen to my song and rhyme If I can turn back the hands of time [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Verse Three: Biz Markie] If I could turn time back in a rhyme I'd bring back Bird, Magic, Jordan - in their prime Remember the days OH, remember the days When they had the high-top, fade craze Want back Big Daddy Kane, Fresh Prince and Kid & Play "Ohhh, what a beautiful day!" When parties was parties, and clubs was clubs You could tell the real MC's from all the scrubs When havin your own style and originality And your character and real personality But I have to go, and off I sign If I can turn back the hands of time [Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs [Biz Markie] I wish there was somethin made Bring back Aaliyah! (Jam Master Jay) I wish there was somethin made to bring back Biggie and Tupac I wish there was somethin made to bring back Scott LaRock I wish somethin bad, I wish there was somethin made to bring back, Left Eye (Barry White) I wish there was somethin to bring back my man Dahsil Masterdon I wish there was somethin made to bring back my man Keith Cowboy My man B.O., my man Step from Baltimore I wish there was somethin to bring back all the strange people that I knew that, was a part of my life (For all of our loved ones that have passed away) |
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Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Games Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Chorus: computer voice] Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl You, know, how, I feel Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl You, know, how, I feel - ohh [additional computer voice] .. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl You, know, how, I feel Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl You, know, how, I feel Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl You, know, how, I feel Ohh games [Verse One] Hi there good lookin, pretty sweet thang I really want to put you under my wing But everytime I try you give me a hard time Like I'm a murderer, or commitin a crime I try to do everything right for you You're always givin me excuses, makin me blue When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana You lookin tasty like strawberries and banana I asked you your name you said Lee-Lee from San Fran She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man" I said, "Really?! As good as you look? Lookin like somethin out a Playboy book?" I thought I struck gold, ching ching, the jackpot Just the thought of you it be makin me hot When I step to you, you act funny style You need to marinate on this for a while [Chorus] [Verse Two] Now let me tell you like this baby doll I never guessed you would act off the wall Give me a chance for a little romance We can dance and dine in Jamaica or France Somethin in the way you make me feel I like your personality, and your sex appeal But it's all hard, not bein witchu You're playin hard to get like catch 22 Some people got time to play them games but I don't, so don't call me no names Like all I want is sex, and take you no places And, why you always up in girls face You know, I'm the B-I-Z, this is my job Fans nibble on me like corn on the cob Let me tell you somethin, my word is bond Like "Bonita Applebum," you gotta put me on [Chorus] [Verse Three] If I didn't feel you, I wouldn't send you roses Jewelry, furs, and designer clotheses You know you got me, that's why you do what you do Stressin and depressin, me and my crew You know it's got to be real like Sheralyn Or you wouldn't be askin for an encore again I know you like me! So you might as well "Do the Right Thing" like Spike Lee Because I love you more than human eyes can see Cause you got what I need, "OH BABY!" I don't know why you give me real rough times Cause you're the one that rings my chimes You bring me joy like Mary J. I wanna do the same thing to you every day So stop playin your games like Barry White You know, you know, YOU KNOW! AIIIGHT? [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
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Artist: Biz Markie f/ Erick Sermon
Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Not a Freak Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Biz Markie] In what? In stereo How long, until it's time to go? Baby doll It's the Biz Mar-kie, and the Def Squad! Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it out [Verse One: Biz Markie] You keep on knockin but you can't come in-ah My way of rhymin, cause you're a beginner You know with my flow, I bring the ill freak funker I'm so unforgettable like Archie Bunker I be catchin wreck like my name was Randy Moss And always be flossin, my funky diamonds costin My, my my repertoire Is so bizarre you go hardy har har My jingle bell-ah always Roc-A-Fella Even if I go acapella it will still be a best seller I got super sperm, eat wheat germ Never had a cameo, never had a perm I'm not Billy Dee, or R. Kelly Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G. I'm a, LITTLE somethin like Heavy D Because "girls ah girls they love me" [Chorus: Biz Markie] I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self I'm not a frrrrrreak! But I can't help my-self [verse Two: Erick Sermon] Yeah... yo I'm that eighty-eight, 'It's My Thing' rapper You that one year scream BLING rapper Dapper than Dapper Dan, my interior's Gucci Overdosin, call me John Belushi Never liked Lucy and I beat Little Ricky Made him +Cry a River+ like his name was Britney I rock gold chains, I never wore the platinum Unless records was jewelry and it come from rappin (WOW!!) Like the Diabolical Biz I'm followin his, style - how are you kids? This here is real, Mobb Deep underground Take me to funkytown, and drive around I hop out the Hummer, the same color as the truck Fake cats lookin Biz like "Hey whassup?" I'm a vet, and never wore a green suit The only army is Def Squad, believe troop! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Biz Markie] Ah let's do it, let's do it Work your mind, put your body in-to it I rock the microphone, most definitely I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali I got mo' toys than Mr. Spock I put the party people in a state of shock Listen listen listen to the Emmezah-A Rrazah-K, always makin your day Without further adieux for you and yours Luckier than a gambler throwin 3's and 4's Just like {?} pageantry That I could turn the party out, make the ladies scream With the with the whoa quick unpredictable Like Daffy Duck, I'm diss-pic-a-ble! This is the end, and I'm lettin you know "I love it party people, but I got to go" [Chorus] |
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[Biz Markie]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! One-two, doin the do This goes out to my man Truck, my man Jerome Bilal and the whole Long Island crew And it goes like this Hey how ya doin it's me The incredible unforgettable B Izzah give me Rrah K-I, with the E I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali Hey! The way I get down you will say "Damn that nigga Biz always makes my day" My style is untangeable when you hear Cause the brother on the mic is most debonnaire On the, DJ tip I'm like savoir-faire Cause you can probably find me anywhere I'm the best from West, I'm the beast from the East I'm the OLLLLLD SCHOOL, like a permanent crease Like, Scooby Doo or a Chucky doll You better grab a seat because you're gonna be here for a while So for all you new schoolers, relax and chill As the Diabolical tell you the deal [Chorus 2X - scratched] "They know I par-tay to the break of day" "They know I par-tay to the break of day" "They know I par-tay to the break of day" "They know I par-tay to the break of day" [Biz Markie] "I got so much on my mind" like my name was Chuck D That when it comes to DJ'n, I'm a Public Enemy I rocked all colors, races and ages When you see the crowd go crazy you will say I'm outrageous I rocked Sinbad, Cancun, Essence and the Grammy's Magic Johnson parties at Superbowl in Miami First Friday, Philly, Dallas and St. Lou' My {?}, Alex and Kenny Johnson know what I can do Chicago with {?}, Detroit with D. Archer New York with Gator, Lenny Smith and Lenny the Barber I do all the hot joints like Eddie Murphy and will flip it Still get down and dirty in Newark and Elizabeth Keenan and {?} brothers, Pat in Orlando Keyshaun Walker and Di-ane, {?} yo I rock weddings from Toni Braxton, to Boyz II Men Shawn And this is what they say, word is bond [Chorus] [Biz Markie] Let me tell you how I started in ninety-two When I was DJ'n from Jersey to Howard U I did homecomings from U-V-A to James Madison And did The Tunnel, Reflect, or Kordell and Patterson Now I graduated with DJ love From rockin from Virginia and seein the Q Club People looked at me and said "Why you DJ'n?" "I loved +Oh Baby You..+ and you're a rock singer" So the transition from rappin to DJ wasn't smooth But I still pursued cause I had somethin to prove July 4th and Labor Day in Virginia was hot cause Biggie Smalls and Teddy Riley was in the spot From {?} to Jones Street to Philly Greek Picnic Florida and Bayou Classic and Atlanta Freaknik All the girls, in G-strings and thongs If you would, please just sing along [Chorus] |
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Artist: Biz Markie
Album: Weekend Warrior Song: Get Down Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown... [Verse One] Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point Doin what I do cause it gotta be done About the Prince of Boogie and the Master of Fun My rap technique is most very unique Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN And the way that I spit, you like again and again From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah +Notorious+ and glorious, way above the rim-ah I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys I'm just self-assertive, BORN crazy When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!" As you see, you know I, I keep it goin So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get down, so get on down, get get on down "I'm bound to wreck your body" - get, you gotta get on down Get down, get on down, get get on down "I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out" [Verse Two] I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot Big belly and all, y'all be havin a ball People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul We can't party like it's 1999 no more Cause it's 2 2 baby, and the future's in store So let, olden way-s be forgotten And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton Get on the dance floor, back that ass up girl And act like you don't have a care in the world Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock I'm glad I made it to the Y2K So what can I say? Salate! You look at me funny and say, "Whadda you say?" I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-R-K [Chorus] [Verse Three] Get down, get on down, withzzzah Inhuman Orchestra that you would prefer Singin funky records for him or her Only thing to say is I'm spectacular Let me get busy so I can make you dance Shake and bake and put you in a trance Make you forget all your stress for five minutes or less Like a vacation in Jamaica or France Have you happy and jumpin for joy Whether you man, woman girl or a boy You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy But, yo, no, it's got to be the Original Milky like cereal, funky fresh material The L.I.'er for yo' desire But right about now, I gotta retire [Chorus] [Biz Markie] Your moms'll save this like your name is Sammy Davis Cause I'm guaranteed to rock the microphone And hit you like {?} I don't gotta bald head But I'm guaranteed to rock and spread love Super educated from above MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove I'm not Johnny Bench But I hit yo' ass with a big-ass wrench Biz! |
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