Biz Markie — Studda Step

[Intro] [Verse 1] I said-I said-I said-I said my name is Biz Markie And all the people only know me for comedy I make you laugh, I make you giggle ha-ha, he-he-he I graduated from Hip-Hop University I got-I got-I got a license from the DMV And sometimes you see me rolling in a Cherokee Whether I'm from Connecticut or DC I make-I make a party cook like Chef Boyardee I be-I be catching wreck on the M-I-C And you can go with the flow or you can disagree You know-you know-you know I got a degree Or you get can a DT to check my my pedigree Now you can write the NAACP Or ask Al Sharpton how I be [?] you will find definitely That nobody beats the B-I-Z [Chorus] [Verse 2] I got-I got-I got-I got to get on down And let you listen to the Grand Groove of funky sound [?] that makes your day So listen don't be missin' any word I say Lordy-lordy-lordy, thank you for the gift That's guaranteed to rock and give the party a lift I rock-I rock the house with the greatest of ease [?] wreck your body and knock you to your knees Eh-eh-eh-eh, that is my talk You can tell I'm from LI, NJ or New York I got-I got smarts like Doctor Zhivago I talk more bull than the team in Chicago I try-I try-I try to spit it all out That I'm the super-duper-party-pooper without no doubt Check-I check-I check where I'm coming from I'm long-lasting like chewing gum [Chorus] [Verse 3] No studda, no step, just straight up me To my dance every chance that you give me Party rock, show shocker, a rap technique For all the homeboys and all of you freaks [?] toupee and weave And to all of my people smoking them leaves On the streets, on the mic, I keep it real And you know I [?] wheels of steel I got 45 stacked up to the ceiling From Boogie Nights to Sexual Healing And the person I'm diversing without no cursing I may not be the best but I'm far from the worst [?], can't match my dough [?] Take the [?] and put the boogie in your body 'cause Ain't no party like a Biz Mark party [Chorus]