Biz Markie feat. P. Diddy Do Your Thang Lyrics

Weekend Warrior Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Tear Shit Up
  • 3 Chinese Food
  • 4 Let Me See You Bounce
  • 5 Like a Dream
  • 6 Biz Clownin’ (interlude)
  • 7 Throw Back
  • 8 Friends
  • 9 Do Your Thang
  • 10 Country (interlude)
  • 11 Turn Back the Hands of Time
  • 12 Games
  • 13 Not a Freak
  • 14 Party to the Break‐a‐day
  • 15 Beatbox (interlude)
  • 16 For the DJ’z
  • 17 Get Down
  • 18 Ei Ya
  • 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] want to know
    [Diddy] want to 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] want to know
    [Diddy] want to 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


    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!

    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

    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 are-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]

    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: x 2]

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