Letra Do Your Thang de Biz Markie original
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>