Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point Doin' what I do cause it gotta be done About the Prince of Boogie and the Master of Fun My rap technique is most very unique Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN And the way that I spit, you like again and again From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah Notorious and glorious, way above the rim-ah I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys I'm just self-assertive, born crazy When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!" As you see, you know I, I keep it goin' So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n [Chorus: x2] Get down, so get on down, get get on down "I'm bound to wreck your body" get, you gotta get on down Get down, get on down, get get on down "I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out" I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot Big belly and all, why'all be havin a ball People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul We can't party like it's 1999 no more 'Cause it's two two baby, and the future's in store So let, olden way-s be forgotten And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton Get on the dance floor, back that ass up girl And act like you don't have a care in the world Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock I'm glad I made it to the Y2K So what can I say? Salate! You look at me funny and say, "What do you say?" I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-are-K [Chorus] Get down, get on down, withzzzah Inhuman Orchestra that you would prefer Singin' funky records for him or her Only thing to say is I'm spectacular Let me get busy so I can make you dance Shake and bake and put you in a trance Make you forget all your stress for five minutes or less Like a vacation in Jamaica or France Have you happy and jumpin' for joy Whether you man, woman girl or a boy You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy But, yo, no, it's got to be the Original Milky like cereal, funky fresh material The L.I.'er for yo' desire But right about now, I gotta retire [Chorus] Your moms'll save this like your name is Sammy Davis 'Cause I'm guaranteed to rock the microphone And hit you like ? I don't gotta bald head But I'm guaranteed to rock and spread love Super educated from above MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove I'm not Johnny Bench But I hit yo' ass with a big-ass wrench Biz!
Written by: Marcel Theo Hall, Kevin Brown
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