Lyrics:
car settlements!
[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like
me their demo
"Sign Me" my mind be on some other shit
If I'm slidin in the club nigga I'm tryin to bust a beeatch!
So in other words, all that rap
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase
What?
What?
What?
What?
What? (yeah)
What?
What?
Go, go to the moon (Carti)
Go to the moon (what
the swell-a
Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
alright, to the S-K Biz Markie
But then she got on drugs
Started wearin' extensions and rugs
And let me tell you what say happened to Marie
Because
MM dROP! Yes indeed
It's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts
And I'm gonna count along with
This girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four
Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the P is still
Check it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever
and drops
Turn your systems up!
It's time to pack the parking lot
So gutta but butter like Parkay
M-J getz biz like Markie
Zoom-a-zoom-zoom-a-zoom-a-zang
I
Markie]
Ah one two, one two, this is what I'm gonna do
Keep the place jumping, get it wild like a zoo
If anyone can do it, the B-I-Z can
Peace
You got what I need Biz Markie
Money and weed insure my sleep
Niggas so P but aint getting no green
Averaging hunnits we call it a mean
It go from
Stay Up
What she got is so Niagara
Make a young nigga straight need Viagra
Make a old nigga give keys to Jaguar
Just to keep from all the tease
ole chop, 2's that'll kill 50 niggas
Didja do it? Thought it was cool?
But cha still in it, nigga
Your so ugly with your boys, but I'm still pretty,
even halfway there
'Cause doin' dirt, a nigga got to take the back way there
What it is is the biz and it's dirty
You'll get rich but life expectancy
money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
got shit to give 'em
And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out
a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks
I'm a rap god but still
Human like the beatbox
Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie
(yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell
Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga, I get my "by any means" on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
Nigga shot him, but, shit, he got minimized
We was livin' by, ma would go inside behind the window, hide
Fee-fi-four, niggas slide
Tryna dodge bullets
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
(yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell
Woah you seen that kid, man?
That's my man, dawg you know
It's crazy, you know what I'm saying
Aight, you know, kid just layed
Him down like that,
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