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Biz's Baddest Beats: The Best of Biz Markie (Biz Markie) · Let Me See You Bounce (Biz Markie) · Let Me See U Bounce [3 Tracks] (Biz Markie) · I See You, You See Me (The Magic Numbers) · I See You, You See Me (The Magic Numbers) · I See You, You See Me (The Magic Numbers) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Do You See What I See? (The Bar-Kays) · See What You Want to See (Radney Foster) · Booty Mix, Vol. 2: The Next Bounce II (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make
rhymes for my circle of friends 

it's like that, and that's the way it ends 

me and biz markie constantly set trends 



oh, what a beautiful day
may know me from 'Rockin' With Biz Markie'
Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky
You might have seen in some videos with other folks
Sittin
you can bounce with me
No limit to my God like Master P
What audacity it's quite ludacris actually
To think you could trick your daddy
God the father
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
Because
[Chorus]

Baby bounce let me see you bounce to this
I've got the mic technique to help you use your ears
So you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
Soon
[Chorus]

Baby bounce let me see you bounce to this
I've got the mic technique to help you use your ears
So you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
Soon
toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-you-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you
like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme
like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme
like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme
like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme
like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme
(These are the brakes) 
So let it be your anthem 
When you're havin' a ball 

Well it's silly of me 
To think that I 
Would never get a chance to see
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
see if I can help you like--figure 'em out
Have you listened to Biz Markie's "Just a Friend"
Have you tried turning me off and back on again
If you
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass 
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast 
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)

Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
labels with all white A&R's
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened

Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin'
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
1,2,3
On the down low it's only see double E
L-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you know
When it's time to catch wreck I catch wreck like an old pro
You
beat is gila
Gilazi yeah
You know my stzeez
Stzep to the ladies
Bounce with me
Now you want to get these
Too Phat got you hollerin'
The ones hip hoppers
that some never get fooled to the fullest 
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet 
Think everything's fine in the big time 
See me in my Lex with
the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay