Do Your Thang Lyrics

Do Your Thang lyrics

[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]