Lyrics:
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
Cus without it, there ain’t shit in my life
The it that I’m speaking about is oh so ill
And if you don’t know now
Then you probably never will
Uh ns in
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
dope hits in the mix
Rippin shows with Kane and Biz Markie
Fuckin up Roxanne and takin out Sparky
Niggas came in flocks from blocks and blocks
To watch
done
It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that
I'm not the one (I ain't the one)
You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for?
Make you think we
why you're always looking wrecked
By now any other lady would have just had it
Looking depressed at battered, shattered
Dreams of you two being
I'm talking about
Pull it out
I gotta push it in
Uh
Hum a little bit now
You know when
Ain't it funky now
I don't want to do nothing
If it
we party on the weekends
Got a drink with Michael Kors up in your hand
You wanna hold my hand while showing I'm your man
No Biz Markie cause I ain't
Here's the reason that, I've been upset for a while
'Cause if you're black you get life, but if you're white you're on trial
Ain't nothing to it, just
talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you
still love me to this day, uh
Getting paper, planning it, man, I been M.I.a
Complaining 'bout it, that ain't help nobody to this day, ay
By the way
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
It'll feel much better if you say it like this:
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
Take this job and shove it
I ain't
(Now she, now she, now she)
I finally let lil mama spend the night
(Now she wanna have my kids)
What we gone name it though?
That's just the drink
Knocked two bitches, ain't broke em in
You ask me, that shit is foul
You want some money? Can't get it now
You gotta change your style, you can't pimp no
the zoomies
Ooh, I do it
Oh yeah, I do
Now listen, listen to my visions I've been getting from the rhythms
Funky how I smell, and funky how I'm living
All grown
But for now just seckle
I'll play the nine
And you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say, "Start
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
the rumors
Clear up the assumptions
If you ain't banging Markie
Then you ain't banging nothing
BITCH
Get the fuck back
I'm not the one to fuck with
Get
Yo, yo, you know what's up!
Turn this up right now
Ha ha, HA! Like that y'all, YOU DON'T STOP!
It's the DIGITAL
It's the KRS-One with the DIGITAL
Yo
Yo, yo, you know what's up
Turn this up right now
Ha ha, ha Like that y'all, you don't stop
It's the d-i-g-i-t-a-l
It's the krs-one with
I got my high school diploma
Got what I need, Biz Markie, North Dakota
Can’t be in the office, but why would I even wanna
Never needed much, no truck,
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
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