Lyrics:
Strictly Reggae Music make the people rock
Strictly conscious music make the people dance
Strictly dancehall music make the people whine
And ram
BUSS OFF
Lyrics by Anthony Colon
Music by CXDY
Hook
Give em shots till I black out pull the rubber off till I buss off till she black out if she
Your love is coming into my life
It makes me feel good inside
I need a moment of ecstasy
A feeling higher then high
This is the music I like
The music
Swept away by the music
The music
The music
It is heaven sent
Like a long-lost friend
I'm absorbed in the music
The music
The music
Barely out
Cruising to the music, but this just how we do it
You silly, stop acting stupid
No stroke, turn in a deep stroke
Deep stroke, turn in a speed stroke
And me,
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
I am somewhat startled and then soon after rudely awakened by another unnerving episode of air turbulence as our transatlantic air-carrier
If you're feeling
What I'm feeling
Then it's something special
I've been trying to read your mind
Get into your mental
And them curves
All on your
break
Baby, you got skills
Uh so step right up and let the R. Get a feel
I wanna see you dance to a mid tempo
You can stroke your body and make it look so
stupid
Young & clueless act as if I'm ruthless but it's useless
Don't be stupid listen to this music get into it
Paper chasing never taking breaks I gotta
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,
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
put my time in this music
For years I've been painting this masterpiece
It's far from being done
Everyday I pray to god that my strokes on this canvas
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
strokes so if I need I could erase them.
With my soul brothers ye I break bread
writing all my stories into stone so keep em sacred
Chorus:
I'm writing
contorting into omens
If caged birds sing, I'll take the warning
Cause the early bird get to the worm on the coldest mornings
My canvases remain abstract
But
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, but I know how to dig and I taught her
Paint a picture with a stroke of passion, bottomline
Neighbors hear her moaning, but fuck that shit cause I’m horny
Ain’t into playing games, I beat it, she my opponent
Verse Two:
Back stroke, breast stroke
m-m-music knock
I'm coolin' in elevation
Enjoyin' the celebration
The moments that we created
Is fueling the motivation
By knowledge I'm activated
I got 'em
into the sores
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore
Madison Avenue's claim to fame
In a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs
University opened my ears and my mind
different kinds of music in my ears all the time
I guess it's different strokes for different folks
taste in music
embrace.
Through highs and lows, you've been a guide,
In the symphony of life, you're by our side.
From the first timid stroke to the crescendo's mighty
I'm stomping fast
No looking back
Let's go yea
I'm hopping out
I'm moving cash
Yea that dope yea
On the 105
Going 110
Full stroke
The cash I bring
Is
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