Lyrics:
All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut
Look me in the eyes and say it!
You little punk
Asshole!
Asshole!
Asshole!
Bitches wanna see me and my rindstone drawers
Call in sick at work, then they take off
For me, spread 'em out for Starky
My mouth may drizzle like BizMarkie
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw
"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."
Oh what
deserve a degree
Gas open up my gates Rock Lee
Dumb bitch you ain’t smokin for free
Fat plug look like Biz Markie
Don Shirley nigga i got the keys
Roll
know what's real funny to me
When they get up for the downstroke
The look on their face when they almost choke
On the lean butter bean brown hamhock
I
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
I'm tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you
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,
)
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
Shorty, get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground,
Cocaine by the pound
Getting paid
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
Cookie Monster'
And the ever popular: 'Hey Look At Me, I Can't Sing So Run Me Through The Computer' "I can't sing so good..."
Just think, with, "Rock
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you
look so good
Talkin' about the female species
No matter what, like D Mack, call me cousin
All over the world, there's girls by the dozens (yea yea)
like SRT
Don't ask me if she mine, she's just a friend like Biz Markie
I fucked around and hit her once I told that bitch to go
She tryna spend
Many hope to be the best, oh
Cannot fuck with me just yet, though
J.I.D the closest thing to me
C'est la vie, my vocal range putting
Blood stains
move the whip like SRT
Don't ask me if she mine, she's just a friend like Biz Markie
I fucked around and hit her once, I told that bitch to go
She tryna
Biz Markie
Hoes catching the vapors
I tip my cap
Then sip my makers
I too sick with this
Buddy I'm contagious
Infamous
Lil buddy I'm outrageous
Balling
see if I can help you like--figure 'em out
Have you listened to Biz Markie's "Just a Friend"
Have you tried turning me off and back on again
If you
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
back right around
Let the good times roll
Feeling good right now
But I remember Biz Markie
1989 or maybe 90
Came to me like a song I wrote
Cutting class
on you
I don't care about what you think, you see
The things you want to know when you look at me
God knows I done been through and paid my dues
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