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from Will Smith - Willennium (1999)
(let's listen to this dramatic show
which was popular in the early days of radio) Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Little taste of the old school Jazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time Say what? Unh, unh, unh, unh One for the treble, two for the bass Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face Me and Jeff again, "Oh my" you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'em Everywhere I go, people be yelling "yo, that's Will and them" (so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well The nail in the coffin of your average rapper Jeff do the ditto for your average scratcher Stature of a rapper slash actor Back to the future on wax The future of rap Tap like Gregory Hines, read the headlines Hip-hop's number one son still shines 'Cause I'm (so fresh) Big Will is (so fresh) Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) West Philly is (so fresh) Ladies and Gentlemen, Biiiiiz... Marrrr... KIE! Yes y'all and to the funky beat and Everytime you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin' The B-I-Z will wreck it, R-O-C-K it You're guaranteed to like me, for what I am sayin' To all those other emcees that be tryin' to get the info Forget the rest 'cause I'm the best, and I'm a nympho- Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance and Always keep it tight, cuz, no matter what type was In, you know I'm fresh in flavor Yeah, that's right, I'm talkin' 'bout me The R-K-I-E in the place to be I recognize and hypnotize, everytime I tenderize I specialize and open eyes, to make you realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) Ha, Big Will is (so fresh) Biz Mark is (so fresh) Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) Biz, do it Whoo, for the old school Unh, unh, ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Rrricky... D! Well once upon a time eccentric head shorty Where people wore pijamas and went to bed early There was a little boy, tight clout that might sprout Tried to help lead black folk the right route Delayed, Negative voices, many, once in prison for unwise choices that he once made Divide the men, cops were sent inside of him And seeing the good he had within him, let him out again The life no longer for a big time baller, vic Big Willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick) So check the gift, everything no negative That's what happens when you steer black folk away from negative Not to mention chasin' charts, killin' 'em There'll be a member of the Biz-Mark, Will, and Rick Demise sent, can't mess with the mindset Come run with us, December 1999 said It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue You went away, now my life is just rainy days I love you so, how much, you'll never know You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh You took your love, you took your love, you took your love You took your love away from me Slick Rick Will Smith Biz Mark True dat, true dat Jazzy Jeff y'all |
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from Morcheeba - Rome Wasn't Built In A Day Pt.2 (2000)
In the Hands of the Godz
(feat. Biz Markie) Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark... I'm the drunk dance rocker, But don't drink Vodka. Never sang a song called Frere Jacque. Rap rhyme schooler, Composition Ruler, In seventh grade I had teacher named Mr. Dooler. I'm very unique and you will agree-ah, One in a million like Mohamed and Aliah. A self-believer, An over-achiever, Have more stunts than Coronel Seavers. Ain't no other like B-I-Z, M-A-R, K-I with the E. Hang at the Rucker, Got a Hummer Truck-ah. Wouldn't trade the busy-boy cuz I'm no sucker. I'll be bouncing like a ball, When I say, "Yes, Y'all." If you don't rock with me you won't rock at all. So check me out, With out no doubt, I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out! We gonna do right.... I'm on, like popcorn. Like a Saturday nite at the Audubon. Listen to the Brother, Ain't no other can mess with. The man with the plan, with the most finesse. I make you scream, And I'll make you dance. I'm guaranteed to rock the mike, And put you all in a trance. So listen to the Brother, Ain't no other can stutter, (unintelligable) "ah- whadda a-whadda ah-rock, rock" MC-Butter. The man to do the "Up, a one-two," or "ah hah hah hah hah" I rock with you. So listen to me, cuz I'm THE Original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I out with the E! BABY, BABY! I'm guaranteed to rock and turn the party out! |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(VERSE 1)
On the mic at this time in the place to be I'm the Inhuman Orchestra called Biz Markie That made you dance, make the music with my mouth, and all But I'm here to talk about the Albee Square Mall A place where people shop in downtown Brooklyn Where I can be found if you're lookin For me, the B-i-z, so just come check me out Cause 24/7 I'm mikin the house So when I come in the Mall, and then I start to roam You wouldn't think it's a store, you would think it's my home Cause when I come in the place, then I hang up a sign Reads 'home sweet home' - this house is mine (T.J. Swan) Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall (VERSE 2) I been to many malls from state to state But I've never been in, say, one this great, I hate To say, about the other shopping centers that's left But the Albee Square Mall is the doo-doo-def I be in there everyday, walkin around chillin >From when they opened all the way until when It's about time for the place to close I'm just running things like a pair of panty hose They all know me, the Biz Markie I get more respect than the average employee Could work in every store in the mall Because the place is my house from wall to wall If I could move in, party people, I just might So I could stay forever, and it won't be just like A bum that you see sleepin on a park bench So how will it be when you see Biz Markie I fade them all, been havin fun See, to me this mall is like number one And any other shoppers that try to compare There ain't no way they could hang out with Albee Square (T.J. Swan) Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall My house is the Albee Square Mall (VERSE 3) I step in the place and shop around for a while Buy some jewelry for Treny and Ali, and after that I'll Go take a stroll inside of Gibb's Pups Then buy some fresh silks, Bally's too Next stop Olympic, wanted to buy some sneakers Then hit the ??? room to pick me up a Cesar Stroll around with a fly female While security's riffin about leanin on the rail After that I go eat some food at Wendy's In the Albee cafateria, could be shoppin plenty >From store to store just stuff in my face And I do the pfrr-one-two while sayin my grace Finally I step off all alone Up to the top level to use the telephone Never use a quarter, cause I got a calling card So I can reach out and touch everybody I know That's where I be until the day is done Just coolin in the place that's number one So next time you'll be in Brooklyn walkin around Play like _Price Is Right_ and 'come on down' And (T.J. Swan) Go shoppin Go shoppin Go shop - let's all go shoppin (x3) Go shoppin Go shoppin Go shoppin - Swan and Biz go shoppin La-la-lala La-la-la-la-lala (till end) (Biz gives shout-outs) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
[Verse One]
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin and rap And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map And lettin you know, that it'll put you in a trance It's somethin funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance I think the way I do it is so unique By the way I move my hands hips legs and feet But if you think that you can master it you got a fat chance Cause it's very difficult to do, what is it called? [Chorus] The Biz Mark, Biz Mark.. the Biz Mark, Biz Mark The Biz Mark, Biz Mark.. the Biz Mark, Biz Mark, Biz Mark [Verse Two] The Biz Mark Dance, is second to none I'll explain at the moment how it should be done Kick your legs 'til your pants almost rip Shake from side to side, witcha arms and hips While you're doin it, if you mess up your hair Then you know party people that you're halfway there They've heard of Biz Markie all the way in France And the kids in AntARCTICA is doin my dance! [Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs [Interlude] Now everybody out there that wanna learn the Biz Dance Come up to the front, all the ladies to one side And all the homeboys to one side And I'ma show you how you should do it You should throw one leg to one side And then throw the other leg up to the other side Then throw your leg up above your head And then, this the way you do it One.. two.. One, two, three, here! "Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!" "Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!" "Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!" "Go Biz Mark!Go Biz Mark!" [Verse Three] I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin and rap And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map And lettin you know, that it'll put you in a trance It's somethin funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance I think the way I do it is so unique By the way I move my hands hips legs and feet But if you think that you can master it you got a fat chance Cause it's very difficult to do, what is it called? [Chorus] - 3X w/ ad libs [Outro] Now I know Fort Greene can do the Biz Dance And Queensbridge can do the Biz Dance And Atlantic turtles can do the Biz Dance White {? Lawanda can do the Biz Dance 40 and Baisley can do the Biz Dance And Astoria Projects can do the Biz Dance Everybody on Farmers Boulevard can do the Biz Dance And I know Bayshore, C.I., Amityville, Wyandanch Brentwood, Corey, everywhere in Long Island can do the Biz Dance Hempstead, Shreveport, everywhere can do the Biz Dance Manhattan, Lincoln Projects in Colonial can do the Biz Dance Even the Bronx Co-Op City Bronx River can do the Biz Dance But, they can't do it like me, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
Aaaaaahh yeeea
The diabolical is back again But now I want the Killerforce Connection And we gonna do it in harmony like this We're the Killerforce MC's The best in New York city So let us put it to perfection While we change it to the Biz Mark connection Other crews in this section always try to ban the connection They got together and they combined Tried to hurt us from time to time But it didn't work.. as you see The Biz Mark is in the place to be So come on party people, get into the groove because- Biz Markie is gonna bust the mood Biz Markie.. hey that's me You know that I body rock to the T-O-P And I'm the born sureshot you can't resist I'm gonna take your girl with my sweet kiss And he's TJ Swan that's his name And if you're rockin to the beat, I'm to blame I got the power to get you up off the wall And get you on the floor, so you can have a ball The cut master Cool V He is the man that's at the top of the key Of course he is fast you know that he is slick So many fly girls jumpin on his dick So let's rooooooooock, until we reach the tooooooop And we'll never stooooooop, the rhythm must must to roooooock (shout outs until the end) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
Yo.. this is kinda slow
But I know the Jeeps gon' be pumpin it But this is, this is one subject, that nobody don't know about (Verse One) Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out With the beat I'm gonna rock the house When you hear my golden voice, you know it's me The poetical, energetical rap MC Well that's not the subject matter of to be cool I'm just tellin you girls and fly kids, stay in school I always reminisce when I was in class well But you feel like a simpletone when you get expelled Or, even if you have a couple of days in detention It's just as good as one bad suspension So when you're grown up, you'll say the same thing to your kids, be in class before the bell ring But you know, kids is kids To them high school is like a three year bid I'm not gonna tell a lie, I used to cut class Until the principal straight got in my ass He said, "Biz the only way you're gonna get a BM is to get your education instead of hangin with him" So I got my head together, and chilled the hell out And now all the break-breakers says is check him out (Chorus) Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out With the beat I'm gonna rock the house Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out With the beat I'm gonna rock the house! (echoes) (Verse Two) Now this is the second part of this lesson I'm sayin it this way cause it's my profession You don't have to go to high school to be an MC But you got to know the value and means, of money Cause a lot of parents, they are taxpayers So it's real stupid, when you disobey a principal, vice principal or even a teacher Cause when you do that, you know you'll never reach a higher level, or even your goal Because, you don't wanna listen to what you're told So please take heed, to what I say I hope I'm not sayin it for my health today Cause if I am please tell me, so I can stop It's not like I'm your mother sister brother or pop So come on and listen to me without no doubt So you can be educated and have, clout (Chorus) (Verse Three) I'm just tellin young people to stay away from drugs Cause if you mess with that it'll make you bug Whatever you wanna, like call it, I'm tellin you Don't become a drug addict or alcoholic Because it will mess with your mind and brain And only thing you wanna do is fiend and complain Cause I'm tellin you just like this off the top of my head Don't mess with it, cause you will be misled by other people, devils and demons I'm Biz Markie, I'm not Alfred Simmons I'm just tellin you to do this, without no doubt Cause I'm the Biz and I got the clout (Chorus) (ad libs and shout outs) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K And this goes out to my DJ The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than C-double-oh-L V Drumroll V [Verse One] It's a different kind of sound that's in the air It's not shots, firecrackers, or a car that's there A little different noise for your listenin pleasure A sample from a record that's a four bar measure Adults think this music is just a big headache They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake They must be buggin, right out of they socks Why don't they get up and try to do, the human beatbox Cause back in the days when there was just block parties A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these live performances, and DJ tricks A lot of different DJ's was on the mix It is a proven fact, music is a universal language From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano Bridge We won awards and served them by the millions The more more years go by, the more we be killin 'em They said it's just a fad, it will never last a year All of a sudden, ten years later - "I hear music" [Chorus: Cool V scratches "I hear music" over and over] Cool V, give me a drum roll [Verse Two] I can't believe how hip-hop has progressed With more and more groups that have finesse We have groups on the East and West coast with different names We all play a part if we didn't we'd go in flames We all got to stick together as one But at the same time, still have fun Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music When you have it keep it, and make use of it This is a lesson from the S-K Biz Cause nobody else is gonna tell yo |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait Let me tell ya a story of my situation I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation The way that I met her was on tour at a concert She had long hair and a short miniskirt I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat I was walkin' through the crowd and guess who I met I whispered in her ear, 'Come to the picture booth So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof' I asked her her name, she said 'blah-blah-blah' She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused I said, 'How do you like the show?' she said, 'I was very amused' I started throwin' bass, she started throwin' back mid-range But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange Then when I asked, 'Do ya have a man?' she tried to pretend She said, 'No I don't, I only have a friend' Come on, I'm not even goin' for it This is what I'm goin' sing You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I took blah-blah's word for it at this time I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime 'Cause I have friends and that's a fact Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq Forget about that, let's go into the story About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me So we started talkin', getttin' familiar Spendin' a lot of time so we can build up A relationship or some understanding How it's gonna be in the future we was plannin' Everything sounded so dandy and sweet I had no idea I was in for a treat After this was established, everything was cool The tour was over and she went back to school I called every day to see how she was doin' Everytime that I called her it seemed somethin' was brewin' I called her room, a guy picked up, and then I called again I said, 'Yo, who was that?' 'Oh, he's just a friend' Don't gimme that, don't ever gimme that Jus' bust this You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I came to her college on a surprise visit To see my girl that was so exquisite It was a school day, I knew she was there The first semester of the school year I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm This guy made me fill out a visitor's form He told me where it was and I was on my way To see my baby doll, I was happy to say I arrived in front of the dormitory 'Yo, could you tell me where is door three?' They showed me where it was for the moment I didn't know I was in for such an event So I came to her room and opened the door Oh, snap! Guess what I saw? A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth, I was so in shock my heart went down south So please listen to the message that I send Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend ayyy boi |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(Biz Markie)
Ah one two, ah one two Ah one two, ah one two I'd like to.. introduce myself.. My name is.. ah Biz Markie.. (Verse One) Well I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie Makin music orderly is my specialty When I go {*BOOM*} ah one two, girls get excited When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow And I can play rappin records and all disco Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action" When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed It's the brand new thing they call the human beatbox craze (Chorus) Make the music with your mouth, biz! (Biz Markie beatboxes) Make the music with your mouth, biz! (Biz Markie beatboxes) Make the music with your mouth, biz! (Biz Markie beatboxes) (Verse Two) Well I don't just do the beatbox, I rock on the mic And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin?" Rock from New York City all the way down South Sayin rhymes and makin music, with my mouth I'ma tell you party people how I began It started when I'm livin in Long Is-land Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets Makin sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats Grown people, used to say - WHAT? Grown people, used to say - WHAT'S.. .. wrong with that kid makin that strange noise It was like, for all the fly girls and all the homeboys Then I tried it at a homeboy's basement par-ty They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz!" (Chorus) (song continues as just a beat for a while) (Verse Three) It may look and sound easy doin the human beatbox But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note I like doin it as a hobby or a job People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall It's not all the props, spittin, breathin hard and doin You need practice, be ambitious in the schoolin Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it That's why I like doin sounds, that's hard to achieve Makin two or three sounds at one time you can't believe When I walk down the street, people crowd around me And say, "HOW YOU MAKE ALL THEM SOUNDS at one time Biz Markie?" I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control I've been doin it since, fifteen years old And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good I even get big respect in my own neighborhood I'm tellin you a fact, and just like it is Even moms pops and cops say, "Whattup Biz?" Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat Gonna end this rhyme, with this one note Not gonna act conceited and say I'm the best But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test I say def rhymes, with funky fresh lyrics When I do the beat the party people go into HYSTERICS! (Chorus) (Verse Four) You heard the proceedin, now here's the sequel All human beatboxes is not created equal That's why I'm here, to say today That I'm doin my beat in a special way Makin musical tunes, orally, I have perspective I'm very well known, and greatly respected I like to thank people, without no doubt Peace hi party people it's time to break ou.. (Outro - singing while Biz beatboxes) Make the music.. make the music.. MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth! Make the music.. make the music.. MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth! Make the music.. make the music.. MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth! Make the music.. make the music.. MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth! MAKE THE MUSIC.. with your mouth! (Biz continues beatboxing and scatting to the end) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(Fat Albert) "Hey Mudfoot, you know what we're here for, lay some treats on us!"
(Intro) Yo, dis is one of the, dis dis Yo dis is that, that's that joint Yo that's the.. that's that joint Yo this is another one from the, y'know You know who it's from! WHAT?! Oh, now you don't know who it's from now right? Okay, now I'ma just tell you You know this is from the diabolical energetical poetrical numerical new lyrical man, B-I-Z Emmezah-emmezah-A-R-K-I-E Best on the scene, man appointed rap king in effect If you EVER try to disrespect the Biz Markie Disability checks you collect, BUT ANYWAY! I'm just bringin you you somethin A new, a new a little somethin Because you remember me from y'know, "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark" And from the {*beatboxing*} and all that mess And you know all the other stuff from like, "Make the Music.." But yo, but I'd like to dedicate this to, my best friend TJ Swan My cuz-n, my cousin Cutmaster Cool V My man, my man, and my man, DJ Marley Marl Cause we in the studio doin this, this is for my NEW DANCE So check it out, everybody ready I think he's ready to get, I-ah-I I-I just think he's read', I think I'm ready to get hype (Biz Markie) I'm the Diabolical, Biz Markie From "Pickin' Boogers," the "Vapors" - "Make the Music" you see But now I'm bringin to you for your enjoyment It's an animated dance for my employment You might remember him from Saturday afternoon He was my favorite character on any cartoon But when you do the dance, you can't stay kaput EVERYBODY GET UP.. and do the Mudd Foot C'MON! Get up and do the Mudd Foot C'mon, yo yo, yo c'mon and do the MUDD Foot "Hey hey," yo hey, yo, do the MUDD Foot (Interlude) Now bust this out I'm not even gonna get into no rhymin I just want everybody to listen to the funky beat While my DJ Cutmaster Cool V, cut up what the name of this dance is (Cool V scratches "Mudfoot") (Outro) You know, I can't really do all that stuff You know I'm not into that cuttin, but I want everybody to the dance, let me show you You see, you gotta act like you crippled Like you just got one leg, and you know you just gotta just You gotta just, ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-just gotta relax and just, let the music take over your body and just chill Cause this is the Diabolical B-I-Z, Emmezah-A-Rrrah You know me from, "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark" I already said that already, but it don't even MATTER Bring the bassline back in, now bust this out I'm just talkin about, this is gon' be the new thing to take over The next century, cause it's gettin ready to be the 90's And I want this to be one of the hottest dances comin out It's called the "Mudd Foot" You know, you you can't do "The Butt" off this music You can't do "The Wop," can't do nuttin else off it Can't do the "Michael Jackson" Only thing you can do off this music is the "Mudd Foot" Can't be doin that "Arsenio Hall" I don't know I don't know how he do that, m-heh-heh Or that I.O.U.'n, Scoob and Scrap'n And anybody else dancin Only thing you can do off this, is, the "Mudd Foot" So c'mon, do the MUDD Foot Yo, I, see, you know I been here I been in this studio for about a month I'm tryin to teach Swan how to do the "Mudd Foot" I don't know what the heck he doin, he-heh-heh Marley can't even do it, yo I'm tryin to teach, Cool V how to the "Mudd Foot" He doin the "Butt Foot" I don't know what the heck he doin But, the way you gotta do the "Mudd Foot" You gotta just kick it, it gotta be like flowin y'know? It gotta be flowin! I know everybody from Uptown, by the Apollo, Uptown Way Uptown, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island Long Island! Everybody from out of state like Kansas City California, everywhere, I can't forget New Jersey, Newark y'know (fades out) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(Verse One)
This is a different type of dedication To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin about And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin Anything he was makin, he was givin To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world Around Suffolk he wasn't known But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home Called L.I., is where he stayed Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies I'm makin this record, cause he's a friend of me Cause he's a hard workin kid, I've just stated That's why this record, is dedicated To my man Rich Yo yo, this is for you my man God bless you (Verse Two) Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's When we wasn't thinkin about gettin all the ladies Me and Rich was thinkin about survival of the fittest You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes We was even at the factory they call {?} Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back Or even said they're not hirin to throw us off track But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff Even though, times was rough We kept searchin searchin lookin and lookin It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken Still Rich didn't give up the faith He found a job that wasn't safe Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich Yo this is to you my man Rich Cause you know you go way back, you go way back Word up, God bless you (Verse Three) The way the story end, is just a tragedy I wish upon a star that it didn't have to be endin this way for my man Richard Cause still in my mind, he's still as pictured Like, he just had gone yesterday For sellin, C-R-A-C-K His dream was.. to be a boxer So, he could knock the socks off of an Ivan Barkley, or even Mike Tyson But on the streets, he was sacrificin for his family, and his wife Cause he struggled, he struggled all his life He wasn't a straight up, criminal or villain Or even tryin to get, stupid or illin Was messed up for takin somebody's life and shit that tried so hard, and just wouldn't quit This is a slow record, with a switch Because it's dedicated, to my man Rich To you my man This is to you, Rich Peace |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
"Special Marley Marl Remixes" may differ from the original version
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and You could either dance or just have a seat and Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin To all the party people, ? the info When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac brainiac for doin my dance And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin down, with the funky sound with yours truly I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and I came to have fun and, not be number one-and just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place and everywhere that I perform and do a show *beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat* Nobody beats the Biz! Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 4X) You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and I go for what I know doin a show for human beings I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center? Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin I love to perform, for the people that be clockin Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why... Nobody beats the Biz! Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 3X) On and on, to the break of dawn When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop on the mic and like Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous Don't try to front, come on and admit you was thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled So respect the architect, as I begin to build Science and my reliance is upon my rap Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap... Nobody beats the Biz Nobody beats the Bizzzz (repeat 3X) [TJ Swan] Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X) My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz You know nobody that beats the Biz I know nobody that beats the Biz Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X) *BizMarkie does some beatboxing* *TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times* *BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short* |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in (Verse One) Don't you like when the winter's gone And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm The trees and the grass start lookin fresh And the sun and sky be lookin their best Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin A lot of brand new cars be zoomin Fly girls lookin the best they can be And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see Besides all that I like the warm weather Cause that's when you can get yourself together But I like Easter time with a grin Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy You used to get dressed up in double knits And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits The good ol' days, was back then And the reason I reminisce, cause.. (Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down) It's spring again Everybody know it's spring again To the girls and boys and people above This is the time to fall in love (Verse Two) Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend And you felt that the world was comin to an end Sittin around the house poutin for no reason Just because you thought your man was skeezin For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray Thinkin about the ol' happy days All of a sudden, the telephone ring He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings Joy and happiness into your life Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife I'm tellin you girls keep the man that you got 'Cause if he cheats you might need a V.D. shot You know two wrongs don't make a right And if he did something wrong don't do the same it's not polite Please don't make this breakin' up a trend, because... (Verse Three) Now fellas - have you ever met a girl that tried to front And wanted you to act like you was on the hunt I used to see my homeboys frown and fret For a girl that always tryin' to play hard to get I know I caught it myself I must admit And said anything you want you gotta work hard for it Me the diabolical be obsessed? And go after something that a girl possess? They're really owning yours like a pair of drawers They want you to be like Santa Claus They want drug dealers, and four-wheelers trucks, jewelery They expect me to steal, huh? Shee-aht, I know they must be buggin' They better hit the streets and do their own muggin' But in this case, you'll just over look her Send her on her way and say I can't help ya hooker |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(VERSE 1)
Now this is a difficult subject About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck They know they have something that people don't like And they still continue to disrespect The thing I'm talkin about is an essence A foreign fragrance with a presence That you can't see with the naked eye But to the nose it's a nuisance It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged And it will sneak upon you like espionage You might not know it cause it won't show it And you will swear it's just a mirage It can be with you when you're talkin It will be so close, you think it's hawkin With a bit of a twang it got its own slang Is even known in New York, and Everybody know what I'm sayin From here to the Himalayan If you don't know, you must be doo-doo This is what I'm sayin About the dragon (VERSE 2) I think i should go more into depth About a secret that is quiet as kept If you have it like Richochet Rabbit It can ruin your rep There are ways of preventin this Check your hygenie and your dentist You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson Godliness is cleanliness But if you think I'm misguiding you By sayin there's somethin inside of you That bothers everybody when you're at a party And your reactions to it is: "pee you!" You're sittin there baffled and puzzled Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled But if you want a clue, between me and you It could be the beverage you guzzle But if you listen to me The diabolical energetical B The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p So I'ma end it off like this Before you give somebody a kiss For the one you adore, check them before You get a crazy whiff Of the dragon (VERSE 3) I once knew a guy by the name of Tock He was one of them kids from like around the block The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left And his band was playin a song that was funky to def He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly Word is bond, that kid was smelly Even if he would shower and shower Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour He would always wanna like hang around His underarms had bass with scents around I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!" |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
And yes y'all, yes y'all
This is, a different type of dedication To my man Marcus from Kansas City But I'm just tellin ya straight on up Don't be messin with no drugs Whether you're young, whether you're old Whether you're bad, whether you're bold Don't mess with it cause it's not for the soul And we gonna do it a little somethin with three subjects like this.. (Biz Markie) Subject one is about a brother by the name of John Who was sellin crack, just like it was Avon And you know y'know the reason I say "was" Because that's no longer what my man John does There was a time when he was wearin much gold Drivin a Benz, Jaguar and a Rolls The lifestyle he lived was far from penny ante Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho, word to granny's panties Cause he would make dough-roll, and swing it like a yo-yo Bein broke, was just a no-no But then the day came when John got caught And he was dropped like pantyhose without support You shoulda thought about, what you did in the past To realize, this fast livin wouldn't last But, the same guy that was a big hoodlum Is now in jail, waitin for someone to duke him (Chorus x4: kids singing) Things get a little easier Once you learn to understand it (Biz Markie) Subject two, and this one is a doozy A messed up story about a girl named Suzy Now when you're on WIC, the problems may seem enough But you know she had to get Scotty to beam her up On a crack mission, no type of ambition Make blunts disappear better than a magician Her eyes got dim, her body got slim She said there's nothin in the world like a good ol' stem On and like on and, and it was strong Grabbed her pipe and sung a song "I want to get HIGH.. so high!" "I want to get HIGH.. so high!" She'd go out buy a nice rock just to suit her Then hit the weed spot to be blessed by buddha Bum offa Lucy to complete her stimulation Put it all together for a perfect combination I mean this girl would actually buy a rock with the very last dime she got in her pocket And when she saw her friends, comin from the spot Like Prudential, she got a piece of their rock That's why (Chorus) (Biz Markie) Subject three, finally, the E-N-D about a girl by the name of Marie She used to be hot, most beautiful to the utmost I mean this girl was blessed with an overdose of curves, swerves, word to the mother my brother And boy did the B-I-Z love her But then.. {*singing*} those.. were.. the.. DAYS My friend.. we thought they'd never end And she looked alright, to the S-K Biz Markie But then she got on drugs Started wearin extensions and rugs And let me tell you what say happened to Marie {*rapping*} because nowadays Marie don't look so hot Everytime that I see her, she's headed for the spot Her hair is all knotty, got Scotty got her body And her underarms kickin like the ho know karate Her clothes are real dirty, and usually the same As for money she don't have a dime to claim Because when I saw the girl the other day She was puttin a pack of Now-or-Laters on layaway (Chorus: fades out) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
(Verse One)
This is another hit from Biz Markie Dedicated to the radio, not he or she Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized This is my version of the Nobel Peace Prize That's why I'm comin out my face like this Far as negativity, you never get dissed If it wasn't for you, nobody would know That's why this is something for the radiohhhh (Verse Two) This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's That play all the hits on seven days And even on the weekends, the DJ's will be freakin Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and The way they cut the records, and be talkin It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF on the Walkman To all the disc jockey's that's on the go This is something for the radiohhhh (Biz ad libbing a harmony of "for the radio" randomly) Now I'ma kick it like this (Verse Three) I'd like to thank all the people state to state For requestin my records on the radio great-ly appreciate what you've done for me And my reward to you is my M-U-S-I-C Straight up, I make the music just for you So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too Or even do the dance made up by yourself As long as you're in good phy-sical health Because you're the one that make the radio hype Like fresh tobacco and a brand new pipe A program director always pick the right hits Like puttin some salt and pepper and butter on grits I ALWAYS look up to program directors Cause they're the ones, the jam selectors A couple of years ago when I didn't have a record player On the radio I thought to myself sayin If I ever get the chance to playin my stuff I'm gonna make everything extra tough Cause radio will last to infinity As long as my name is the B-I-Z Emmezah-A-R-K and I'm hear to say Number one entertainment form in the like U.S.A. Cause if it wasn't for you, nobody would know That's why this is something for the radiohhhh (Biz ad libbing a harmony of "for the radio" and singing shoutouts) (Verse Four) This is the conclusion of just the beginnin of hip-hop on the radio, mix never endin Story and fightin, just to get the right and have our respect on a station that's excitin In about two years, I will be a superstar Be able to buy anything I want, even a car Cause if it wasn't for you, nobody would know That's why this is something for the radiohhhh Yo I'd just like to say it like this (Cool V scratches to fade) |
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from Biz Markie - Goin Off + The Biz Never Sleeps (2001)
Radio, TV and even the press know the meanin' of V-A-P-O-R-S
The meanin' of this word without no doubt Means nobody wants to be there when you're down and out Once you're established and got a lot of money Everybody wanna be your buddy and honey Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers Can you feel it Nuthin' can save ya For this is the seaon of catchin' the vapors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records Made the music "Nobody Beats the Biz" Well, check it Back in the days before this began He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran The type of female with fly Gucci wear With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS" Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak And be comin' to all the shows Every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please Dyin' for the day to get skeezed She caught the vapors (4X) I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the days, he was nothin' like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either injail or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin' Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors (4X) Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V He cuts scratch, transform with finesse ...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess Well I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get his job in a record shop He was in it to win it but the boss fronted Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted" Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on 'Til the like break of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like "next" Now for the year of '88 Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store" Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it Damn it feels goo to see people up on it 'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors (4X) Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ" They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day I was never into girls, I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it Instead of tryin' to use it But now things switched without belief "Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief? We used to be down back in the days" It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors (4X) |
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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
(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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Weekend Warrioir (2005)
[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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from Biz Markie - Friends (2005)
Ah..
Man, why did it have to happen to me? Man, what did I do to get this? What'd I do to deserve this? Check it out (Verse 1: Biz Markie) I woke up in the morning with my hand on my head Not knowin this would be one day that I'd dread I prayed the night before, for a let-me-live The way this day turned out wasn't my prerogative I went to the kitchen to get some cereal smooth as silk But when I looked in the ice box, there wasn't no milk Well I don't need no breakfast, I'm too fat anyway I just grab a cup of juice and be on my way So I got my car keys, on route to my job I walked out, my windows broken and my car got robbed They took my radio and my favorite cassette What a way to start the day, aww - what's next? I get to the office, my boss starts to scream It was really unbelievable, like a bad dream He kept talkin all this blahse blahse And looked at me and said, "What you have to say?" (Chorus) I'm havin a bad day Things ain't goin my way I'm havin a bad day Today, today (Verse 2: Biz Markie) Here's somethin else that happened to me In the middle of this day that's bein deep To begin this era of grief and aggravation I was parked by a meter and still got a citation Took the ticket off my window, got in my car alright A cop pulled behind me at a red light "Your licence, registration and insurance card" I was buggin out cause it was really hard I didn't do nothin, asked, "Why'd you pull me over? You never saw a young man drive a Range Rover?" He let me go and said, "Don't do it again" - "Why," I said, "thank you officer, you been a nice guy" So I stopped at the store to get somethin to drink Guess what happened to me before I could blink They had my truck in the air, just about to be towed For $700 in tickets I owed (Chorus) (Verse 3: Biz Markie) After all that I could finally go home And rest my feet and get on the telephone I had a unbelievable time in the city I shoulda be down with the ( ? ) committee I tried to cook some dinner but it came out burnt The fire was too hot, I just had learned So freak it, I'll go to a restaurant I brought a girl with me, asked, "What do you want?" "Shrimp and lobster, two bottles of Alize" I looked at her and said, "Hey hey hey!" She ate all the food and drank all of the liquor I better bring her home so I can stick her So I got her to my house as fast as I can This is like takin candy out of a baby's hand But when I got her to my room, without no doubt She was so intoxicated that she passed out (Chorus) |
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from Biz Markie - Friends (2005)
(alternate version of Party to the Break-A-Day off the Weekend Warrior LP)
(Verse 1: Biz Markie) Hey, how you're doin, it's me The unforgettable incredible B -i-z M-a-r-k-i with the e I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali The way I get down you'll say "Damn, the B-i-z always makes my day" My style is untangible 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 the west, I'm the beast from the east I am old school like a permanent crease Like Scooby-Doo or a Chuckie doll You better grab a Snickers cause you gonna be here for a while For all the new schoolers, relax and chill As the Diabolical just tell ya the deal (Chorus) Come party With the Biz Markie And ain't no party Without Biz Markie (Verse 2: Biz Markie) Now let me tell you how I started in '92 When I was deejayin in Jersey in Howard Hughes I did homecomings from UVa to James Madison I did the Tunnel with Flex and caught L in Patterson Now I graduated with DJ Love From ( ? ) Virginia, NC and the Q Club People looked at me and said, "Why you deejayin? I like Just a Friend and your rhyme-sayin" So the transition from rapper 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 the relays to all the Greek picnics And all the football ( ? ) and Atlanta Freakniks To all the girls in g strings and thongs If you're with me, just sing along (Chorus) (Verse 3: Biz Markie) I got so much on my mind like my name was Chuck D That when it comes to deejayin I'm a Public Enemy I rock all colors, races and ages When the crowds see me go crazy they think I'm outrageous I rocked Sinbad, Essence and the Grammy's All Magic Johnson joints, even in Miami First Fridays from Philly to the Lou ( ? ) and Alex know what I can do Chicago with Corey, Detroit with D. Archer New York with Gator, Lenny Smith and Lenny the Barber I rocked all the joints for Eddie Murphy and ( ? ) Still get down and dirty in Newark, Elizabeth Rock ( ? ) Orlando Even go across seas to London and Tokyo I rocked weddings from Toni Braxton to Boyz II Men's Shawn And this is what they say on and on (Chorus) |
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from Biz Markie - Friends (2005)
(INTRO: Cool V)
Uh As we take you Uptown Downtown We got a little somethin for the ladies Biz, break it down (Verse 1: Biz Markie) Once again it's Mr. Diabolical Who have you pullin your hair out by the follicle My posse's so deep, it could fill a bus But this is for the dimes lookin good to us Like Carmen, Sandra, Lavern and Veronica Camille and Gina, Danielle and Monica Sherley, Vanessa, Betty and Wanda To Julie, Rhonda, Gill and Yolanda (Who else?) Lauryn and China, Penny and Shelley Leslie, Rachel, Tamika and Kelly And to that girl I met when I was in Texas Got a name like a god - Alexis Joanne and Nancy, Yvette and Yvonne Debra, Dinah, Daisy and Dawn Arlene, Sabrina and there's more if I can Oh yeah - Beth, Bunny, Annette and Dianne (Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V)) Hello ladies (What's up, what's up) What is your name What's your name and your number, girl (Smooth it out, Biz) Shoo-dooby-doo-ah I like to get to know ya Cause you're all dime pieces in the world (Now break it down) (Verse 1: Biz Markie) To Gail, Dana, Anita and Jean ( ? ), Doreen, Daneen and Darlene Sunshine, Cherry, Janette and Tracy Shante, ( ? ), Charlene and Stacey Alicia, Felicia, Lisa and Theresa Tammy, Laura, Michelle and Aisha Stephanie and Keisha, Bianca and Karen Evelyn, Rosa, Judy and Sharon Laquiesha and Thelma, Tasha and Rita Wendy, Mariah, Irene and Frida Tonya and Jackie, Loraine and Denise Simone, Goldie, Renee and Charisse To Lucy, you're so, you're sugar and maple And Kim, I found your number, it was under the table Roxanne, Samantha, DeeDee and Erica Sarah and Terry, you're all dimes in America (Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V)) (Say what) Hello ladies (Come on, a-come on) What is your name What's your name and your number, girl (Just smooth it out, Biz) Shoo-dooby-doo-ah I like to get to know ya (Why) Cause you're all dime pieces in the world (Come on, now break it down) (Verse 1: Biz Markie) Janine, Belinda, Francine and Melissa Charlene, Carmen, Crystal, and Patricia Sylvia, Monique, Barbara and Lanette Bernadette and Paulette and who did I forget? Oh yeah - Andrea, Jennifer, Toni and Alyson Sheila, Cindy, April and Carolyn Missy, Shauna, Toya and Virgina Tiffany, Jessy, Carla, Tara and Tina Brandy, Beverly, Joyce and Angie Shade, Shanay, Ronette and Tangie Margaret, Mary, Neneh and Queisha Mimi, Valerie, Tia, Ivy and Asia Lady, Chantelle, can't forget Gloria ( ? ), Peaches, Nina and Reesie Terry, Nicky, Donna, Faith and Chris And all the other girls that I might have missed (Chorus: Biz Markie (& Cool V)) (Say what) Hello ladies (This is too much, too much) What is your name What's your name and your number, girl (Sing that sh...) Shoo-dooby-doo-ah I like to get to know ya (Say what, a-say what) Cause you're all dime pieces in the world (Now break it down) (Biz Markie) If you don't know what a dime is It means that you're a 10, baby, you know what I'm sayin On a scale from 1 to 10, you know what I'm sayin baby, yeah This goes out to all the beautiful ladies out there Whether you're skinny, fat No hair, long hair, it don't matter Peace (Cool V) Yeah And that's from Cool V and the B-i-z We're doin this strictly for the ladies this time Word up And to all the ladies If we didn't you get you on this version We got you on the remix So just step to us, give us your name, your number I ain't gon' say it, baby Haha We outta here baby Turn me off B |
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from Biz Markie - Friends (2005)
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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from Biz Markie - Friends (2005)
[Verse 1: Biz Markie]
This goes out to all the beautiful ladies 18 to 80, blind, crippled or crazy No matter what nationality or persuasian Black beauty or Asian or Causasian No discrimination, I love all the nations Whether you're Jamaican, Hawaiian or Haitian ( ? ) what a man don't got And just for that I wanna thank you a lot Word is bond, y'all look so good Every time I see ya in my neighborhood My crew bugs out when they're in the party Instead of baby got back baby got body Cause you're all shapes and sizes, look good in jeans Wanna do me somethin juicy, I know what they mean I'm not tryin to be nasty, I'm just keepin it real This goes out to my people who know how I feel [Chorus: Lil' Kal] + (Biz Markie) (All you ladies in the nice tight jeans) You look good to me (All you ladies in the nice tight skirts) You look good to me (All you ladies in the nice tight shorts) You look good to me (All you ladies in the nice tight ( ? )) You look good to me [Verse 2: Biz Markie] Now that you kknow what I'm talkin about I know you will agree without a reasonable doubt Nothing's like a nice derriere Looks so good, it's just not fair Now let me tell you a story about a girl named Judy Was a 5 in the face, but had a real nice booty It was so soft and mesmerizin I met her in Jersey by ( ? ) Oh my goodness, I almost lost my mind When I saw this hee-haw that was so divine Now I would usually just kept goin But it hypnotized me the way she was throwin I said, "You want a burger and fries with that shake?" She said, "No, I want shrimp, lobbster and a steak" Bein Rockefeller is not my duty The only reason I changed my mind is because.. [Chorus: Lil' Kal] You look good to me [Verse 3: Biz Markie] Tell you what happened to me while I was mindin my biz I came across a girl by the name of Liz Puerto Rican or Spanish, almost went frantic For bein a 10 she was a body mechanic I was bee-beein on what I was seein It's like Pocahontas jumped out the TV, an Hourglass shape that made me go ape Ask Lil' Mo, she was a 'superwoman' with a cape She couldn't speak no English, I had Fat Joe with me So he could tell me what she was sayin about me She said, "I like papi with big belly" I said, "Why'd you tell her in Spanish that I want her tele -phone," now you know it's on Like hot butter on say what, the popcorn I had to have that cause she's a cutie And you know the other reason why is because.. [Chorus: Lil' Kal] You look good to me When I walk through the club what do I see A real fly cutie You look good to me You look good to me That ass is fat Oh Lord, yeah You yeah, oh, look good Oh yeah Everytime I walk by I wanna look in your eye And you look so fly Oh yeah When I walk through the club what do I see A real fly cutie lookin at me I wanna |
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