Lyrics:
you pass it back
Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act'
Codeine got me passin' out
Crown mix it with cranberry
Tryna see what that about
'Member we
episode, I'll let you know for free
The joint is It's Tricky by Run-DMC
If you a hater, stop runnin' your mouth
LL Cool J's mama said knock you out, peace
Get on your Markie
Ya really need to mind ya Biz
Let me borrow some fans since you actin cool
Snatch ya jewels won't give em back to you
At the booth I
wit a team
Rip to Ason he the king of his style
Biz Markie lay your down see we not fucking around
Don't try to come for this crown
See I'm the king
and the Slum's the shit
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody go to town
(Do It)
What It's All About
(Stop)
What it's all about
Hip hoppin
Ya don't stop a'rocking
To the bang bang boogie
Boom up jumps the boogie beatbox on tiktok
Yeah uh like biz markie its M C
Smitty-G
I do
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody, Motown
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody, Motown
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's
And them niggas out our mix
And if we do, I bet we fix it
Veteran in da game hoe
You ain't talking to no rookie
You can't tell me bout my dawg
And fill my
safety on like Ed Reed
Biz Markie, my pharmacy, would have whatever you need
Gave that life up, now on a good path and I'm doing good deeds
Seen my homies
I got it on me but I snuck it in
(But damn that's the way we live)
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell em that they just a friend
Looking
friends nigga
I ain't biz Markie
Was raised up with some goodfellas
Call em jimmy and Pauly
You know put the game in the body bag
And then they send it up
know im pound for pound
I
Let u know if I need more rounds
I
Let u know when I speed my stounds
Shit fuck off see ya bounce
Shit fuck off see ya
commitment
Come try me you'll wish you didn't we got all these mags extended
Know if I die my casket Christened I mix match the Rafs with Christian
Wouldn't by
don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend
shit started to change
My vision is clear now I see everything
I'm getting money might get me a ring
I smoke on the weed to relax all the pain
This shit
that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get 'em on
Back it up a bit, yeah that's it, 'cause I can see your thong
Caramel skin
that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get 'em on
Back it up a bit, yeah that's it, 'cause I can see your thong
Caramel skin
go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's
give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow
the wave
Every action you take causes shit that cant change
Imagine a vast darkness of light rays
And let all your Past problems decay
Theres a higher
won't ride
We the new mob homie you got no ties
Get buried by the low tide
Yean slime playing both sides
That's why Ya chic bring the biz to us
We pic her
of a threat
I could see you were really bout the biz and it made me double-down cuz I had to submit
Girl you made me wait from the rip, had me thinking how
go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's
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