Biz Markie Get Down 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
  • 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 and the Master of Fun
    My rap technique is most very unique
    Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
    My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
    And the way that I spit, you like again and again
    From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah
    Notorious and glorious, way above the rim-ah
    I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky
    Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys
    I'm just self-assertive, born crazy
    When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!"
    As you see, you know I, I keep it goin'
    So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n

    [Chorus: x2]
    Get down, so get on down, get get on down
    "I'm bound to wreck your body" get, you gotta get on down
    Get down, get on down, get get on down
    "I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out"

    I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot
    Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot
    Big belly and all, why'all be havin a ball
    People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
    We can't party like it's 1999 no more
    'Cause it's two two baby, and the future's in store
    So let, olden way-s be forgotten
    And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton
    Get on the dance floor, back that *** up girl
    And act like you don't have a care in the world
    Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock
    Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock
    I'm glad I made it to the Y2K
    So what can I say? Salate!
    You look at me funny and say, "What do you say?"
    I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-are-K


    Get down, get on down, withzzzah
    Inhuman Orchestra that you would prefer
    Singin' funky records for him or her
    Only thing to say is I'm spectacular
    Let me get busy so I can make you dance
    Shake and bake and put you in a trance
    Make you forget all your stress for five minutes or less
    Like a vacation in Jamaica or France
    Have you happy and jumpin' for joy
    Whether you man, woman girl or a boy
    You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z
    I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy
    But, yo, no, it's got to be the Original
    Milky like cereal, funky fresh material
    The L.I.'er for yo' desire
    But right about now, I gotta retire


    Your moms'll save this like your name is Sammy Davis
    'Cause I'm guaranteed to rock the microphone
    And hit you like ?
    I don't gotta bald head
    But I'm guaranteed to rock and spread love
    Super educated from above
    MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove
    I'm not Johnny Bench
    But I hit yo' *** with a big-*** wrench

    Written by: Bobby Ray, Jr Simmons, Chris Brown, Faheem Nahir, Tramaine Micheal Winfrey

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