Biz Markie - Do Your Thang LYRICS

[Biz + P. Diddy]

And you don't stop

And you can't stop



[P. Diddy] Yeah, yeah - I like this



[B-I-Z] If you

[Diddy] If you

[B-I-Z] Wanna know

[Diddy] Wanna know

[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz

[Diddy] A-say what, a-say what?

[B-I-Z] Well I'm the Biz Markie

[Diddy] And I'm the P. Diddy

[B-I-Z] So you know what time it is

[Diddy] A-come on

[B-I-Z] If you

[Diddy] If you

[B-I-Z] Wanna know

[Diddy] Wanna know

[B-I-Z] The real deal, about the Biz

[Diddy] A-say what?

[Diddy] And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy

[Diddy] And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT



[P. Diddy]

So come on Diabolical

Don't stop and don't you dare quit

Just get on the mic, sit on the mic

Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!



[Biz Markie]

When I get on the mic, I guarantee

There's no better MC than Biz Markie

Everything I say, or anything I do

Will move yo' posse or your crew

When you me hear me say, and what I play

Affects a lot of people in the strangest way

Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn

And I never miss a tag when it's my turn

Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance

Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'

I can - flip the crowd with a wave of my hand

I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this MAAAAAAN!"



[Chorus]

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

But please, please, leave my thang alone



[Biz Markie]

I'm the court jester, the manifester

I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's

The rhymerator, the beat creator

Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato

The dime repeater, the MC greeter

Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater

The only MC in history

Who didn't even have to R-A-P

The bum destroyer, I'm comin for ya

Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer

Make James Brown get down (yeah yeah)

Made Beretta go get her (yeah yeah)

Made Laverne and Bill Cosby (yeah yeah)

Go change they sweaters (yeah yeah)

I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4

Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door

Rocked seven continents with all this flow

"And this is somethin for the radi-ohhhh"



[Chorus]



[Biz Markie]

Got ladies screamin STRANJE STRANJE

With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display

If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star

With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois

Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah

First car, I ever had was a Beamer

First girl, I ever had was a screamer

I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema

Put the party people in a state of shock

While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach

This is the end of this scenario

Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go - gotta go!"



[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ ad libs



[sung ad libs before a quick fadeout]