Lyrics:
sin disappear like he's Whodini
In this biz I put his name on the Markie
That's why I'm calling out these names when I emcee
(DIRTY SOUTH)
Check it now
transplants a flower field I prance
I wish it was that easy my stomach hurting queasy
You think she thinks about me she’s just a friend biz Markie
I’m in
on the digital like cigar data I'm original making paper tell em haters see you later and catch the vapors. Like Biz Markie when I spot the Marley give thanks
tongue kissin her
She be suckin dick
Niggas markie I can't have these
Niggas in my biz
In Kentucky still fuck around n do the Shiz
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
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
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All
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
markie
They stumbling tryna stand on the biz I keep
Even hertz ain't got a lot that look like my fleet
They send shots I trey back like airplane seats
They
I'M THE STAR! I'M THE STAR OF THE SHOW!
EV-RY SONG, EV-RY DANCE, EV-RY KISS-FILLED ROMANCE HAS MY GLOW!
I'M THE STAR, I'M THE CZAR, I'M SHOW-BIZ
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
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
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
Eric, dance!
I tried to take the high road
Let bygones be bygones
I tried to take the high road
But now another life's gone
What you expect from
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
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
down with the dogs you gon' get up with the fleas, huh
Got more lines than a prison wall's tally markings
She said "he just a friend," like Biz Markie
So
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
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
tellin you straight on up
Everywhere that I go, the boy.." --> Biz Markie
".. tear shit up!"
[Kurious]
Divine dropper of the shit that booms, I consume
twisted
I will light ya, fight ya, in the middle of the party
With a hundred thugs right by me, and you don't wanna try me
What I got to lose? And I'm mad
through my tent
Oh, yay, my love is so inscrutable
In a stoic sort of way
But, by baby, it's as beautiful
As a tourniquet
I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna,
Or say that
I'm sorry
For any kind of talk that was hurtful
I feel like Biz Markie
Cause you got what I need
Something you hate to see
But now I'm on my
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