Biz Markie Get Down Lyrics

Get Down Lyrics

Artist: Biz Markie

Album:  Weekend Warrior

Song:   Get Down

Mad Jazz Represent B 9040 Ghentown...



[Verse One]

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: repeat 2X]

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"



[Verse Two]

I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot

Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot

Big belly and all, y'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 2 2 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 ass 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, "Whadda you say?"

I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-R-K



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

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



[Chorus]



[Biz Markie]

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' ass with a big-ass wrench

Biz!