Biz Markie — Do Your Thang

[Biz + P. Diddy] [Intro: Biz Markie, P. Diddy, & both] And you don't stop, and you can't stop Yeah, yeah, I like this If you, if you Wanna know, wanna know The real deal, about the Biz A-say what, a-say what? Well I'm the Biz Markie And I'm the P. Diddy So you know what time it is A-come on If you, if you Wanna know, wanna know The real deal, about the Biz A-say what? And that's comin from me, the P. Diddy And you know what time it is, RIGHHHT [Verse 1: 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! [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: 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 their 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 radio" [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 [Verse 4: 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] You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose) But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone) You can do your thang (you can do your thang), and any-thang you choose (any-thang you choose) But please, please, leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone) You can do your thang *oh, come on*, and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose) But please, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone) You can do your thang (leave my thang alone), and any-thang you choose (and any-thang you choose) But please *I like this*, please, (please) leave my thang alone (leave my thang alone) (You leave my thing alone, yeah, oh-woah-oh-woah)