Do Your Thang

And you dont stop
And you cant stop
Yeah, yeah
I like this
If youIf you
Wanna know
Wanna know
The real deal, about the
BizA-say what, a-say what?
Well Im the
Biz Markie
And Im the
P. DiddySo you know what time it is
A-come onIf you
If youWanna know
Wanna know
The real deal, about the
BizA-say what?
And thats comin from me, the
P. DiddyAnd you know what time it is, right
So come on
Diabolical
Dont stop and dont you dare quit
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
Spit on the mic and dont you dare quit!
When I get on the mic,
I guarantee
Theres no better
MC than Biz
MarkieEverything
I say or anything
I doWill move yo posse or your crew
When you me hear me say and what
I playAffects a lot of people in the strangest way
Well Im too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
And I never miss a tag when its my turn
Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance
Cool Vll cut the record, make you do the
Biz Dance
I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
Im the Diabolical , 'And you know this man'
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
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Im the court jester, the manifester
I used to buy my clothes at
A.J. Lesters
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Whack rappers get dropped like a hotpotato
The dime repeater, the
MC greeter
Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater
The only M
C in the history
Who didnt even have to
R A PThe bum destroyer,
Im comin for ya
Got took to court and didnt need a lawyer
Make James
Brown get down
Made Beretta go get her
Made Laverne and
Bill Cosby
Go change they sweaters
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-oh '
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
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Got ladies screamin stranje stranje
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that
I displayIf rap was sex,
Id 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
BeamerFirst 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
BachThis is the end of this scenario
Like Robin
Harris, 'I gotta go, gotta go!'
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
So please, please, leave my thang alone
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
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Leave my thang alone
You leave my thang alone
Leave my thang alone