| Lyrics: | [Biz Markie]
In what? In stereo
How long, until it's time to go? Baby doll
It's the
Biz Mar-kie, and the Def Squad!
Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it
out
[Verse One: Biz Markie]
You keep on knockin but you can't come in-ah
My way of
rhymin, cause you're a beginner
You know with my flow, I bring the ill freak funker
I'm so
unforgettable like Archie Bunker
I be catchin wreck like my name was Randy Moss
And always
be flossin, my funky diamonds costin
My, my my repertoire
Is so bizarre you go hardy har
har
My jingle bell-ah always Roc-A-Fella
Even if I go acapella it will still be a best
seller
I got super sperm, eat wheat germ
Never had a cameo, never had a perm
I'm not
Billy Dee, or R. Kelly
Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G.
I'm a, LITTLE somethin like Heavy
D
Because "girls ah girls they love me"
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
I'm not a freak! But
I can't help my-self
I'm not a freak! But I can't help my-self
I'm not a freak! But I
can't help my-self
I'm not a frrrrrreak! But I can't help my-self
[verse Two: Erick
Sermon]
Yeah... yo
I'm that eighty-eight, 'It's My Thing' rapper
You that one year
scream BLING rapper
Dapper than Dapper Dan, my interior's Gucci
Overdosin, call me John
Belushi
Never liked Lucy and I beat Little Ricky
Made him Cry a River like his name was
Britney
I rock gold chains, I never wore the platinum
Unless records was jewelry and it come
from rappin
(WOW!!) Like the Diabolical Biz
I'm followin his, style - how are you
kids?
This here is real, Mobb Deep underground
Take me to funkytown, and drive around
I
hop out the Hummer, the same color as the truck
Fake ca |
