| Lyrics: | [Biz Markie]
Huh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Y'all know, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Y'all know,
uh, uh uh-huh
Check it out {"C'mon!" - Chuck D}
[Verse One - every last word or
syllable is echoed]
Don't go to Getty, go to Exxon
Like "Bonita Applebum," ya gotta put me
on
Got good luck like Lucky Charms leprechaun
Can't believe Freaky Tah and Big L is
gone
You think I'm a mailman, well my delivery
Ain't no other brother like the B-I with the
Z
Emezah-A-Rrrah, say K-I with the E
I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali
Not number one
but here to have fun
Guaranteed to proceed and get the job done
Y'all, know, my competition
is none
Funky funky fresh from the day I begun
You rock with me, you're guaranteed to have a
ball
Got a big belly, over six feet tall
My favorite team is the Vikings when I watch
football
Here's another one to get you off the wall
[Chorus - unknown female while Jeff
scratches]
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up
{"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up
{"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up
{"C'mon!"}
He's Biz Markie, as you can see
He came to tear tear tear shit up, up, up
{"C'mon!"}
[Verse Two - with the same echo]
Soon to be elected in the Hall of
Fame
I rock the microphone, emceeing's my game
I flip so many styles, my name should be
Flipper
On Three's Company, I wish I was Jack Tripper
Back in the days, I used to eat
{?}litina{?}
Back in the days, my sister had a Thumbelina
Back in the days, I liked a girl
named Angelina
Back in the days, I wanted to get in between her
My jingle bella, alwa |
