Lyrics:
Let me get deal on the spot, mark it.
Comin up on the block, nark it.
Gotcha car in my spot, park it.
Beatbox like Biz, Markie.
Bout to go high
shit]
Before Sweet T was Suga, before ??? Jack Soopafly snooka
Back when Biz Markie was busy pickin boogers
Super Lover Cee, L-why-t-e, Chill Rob G
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
can’t be no Andre Drummond
Yea I know I’m just a friend but why would you cry to me
Yea you say I’m just a friend But I ain’t no biz no markie
And you
ludzi jak Biz Markie
Produkuję choć to by nie mówić bezzasadnie
„Wiedziałem przewidywałem to jest fajnie"
Miało być fajnie a jest (chujowo)
No bo nikt
featuring Mista Grimm
(What goes up
Must come down > Biz Markie )
[ VERSE 1 ]
MC's you need deeper concentration
Let us blow up spots, CD stores, and move merch
Soon a surge would see the Juice Crew burst
On the art scene, the gang was Biz Markie and Kane
G Rap
And people would crowd us
On staircases with rah and sha the ganja would spark me
I was fiending to battle dougie fresh, buff and biz markie
Was always
yeah, I am (uh)
Catch them vibes like vapes, Biz Markie and them (what?)
Chi-Ali and them (what?), Kool G Rap, Rakim (huh?)
We boogie for that juice,
nigga
So why you totin' all them drums like a band thats on some plots nigga
Yeah, I sound like Biz Markie, bitch, told me I beat the box, nigga
And you
Then the systems would stop and quit
But the system's a fallacy
Reality's duality, My theory of opposites
Biz Markie clowned around
Was really in charge
Phil, Cliff, word em up
DLA word em up yo
[Erick Sermon]
here we go cruisin, me and my boys rollin four deep
in the A-U streets, seein who we can meet
yourself
(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino
achieve enough to pay my toll
Will say the n-word when Benoit goes in the hall of fame
White house walls built by black hands
Usa ; understand secrecy’s
yourself
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug,
zwykle najebany Happy Birthday Biz Markie!
Real shit to nie żarty, spełniłem swoje sny
Nagrywki z Jeru, Onyxem, Masta Ace i AZ
Choćbym skończył jak PAC w
sweet, so sweet
Feels so good for my soul
I'm diggin' you and yo steelo
No, you not just friend
I ain't Biz Markie
Don't dare take too long
This not apogee
grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm
coming out the 056
Popping bottles, rolling planes but I still know my shit
Young nigga but I handle my biz like I handle my bitch
I'm an 05Kid
Strictly
the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)
All you girls, raise the level, shout as loud as you can
them, We thought that we knew them
But, boy, was I psyched
'Cause I'd never seen these girls before in my life
So, we kept on riding
Man, the day
and Jay-z
Rakim and eric B
Slim shady
Biz markie
And weezy
Make this shit look easy
Still not a clone, im gonna be known
As a goat, one who’ll uphold the soul
of a Dark Sea
'89 rock Biz Markie, beneton, wit the matchin wallabie
Take the head of a nominee, nominated for wack mc's
Ya be better off doin' comedy,
grey
Would you ever let the sun In
And I say
How green was my valley
Since you’re gone
How deep was the canyon
that you came from
Markie my boy
How
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