Biz Markie: Spring Again

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V
Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single
And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight though
Yo yo yo yo Cool V, why don't you give me a cue
One more cue, and then I'm ready to go in

[Verse One]
Don't you like when the winter's gone
And all of a sudden it starts gettin warm
The trees and the grass start lookin fresh
And the sun and sky be lookin their best
Birds be singin, flowers be bloomin
A lot of brand new cars be zoomin
Fly girls lookin the best they can be
And the guys be dukey dukey Dan you see
Besides all that I like the warm weather
Cause that's when you can get yourself together
But I like Easter time with a grin
Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney I-sland
We used to eat a lot of stuff like cotton candy
Cause back then, it was like fine and dandy
You used to get dressed up in double knits
And your plaid suit jackets, they were the shits
The good ol' days, was back then
And the reason I reminisce, cause..

[Chorus: Biz sings - voice slowed down]
It's spring again
Everybody know it's spring again
To the girls and boys and people above
This is the time to fall in love

[Verse Two]
Now girls - have you ever broke up with your boyfriend
And you felt that the world was comin to an end
Sittin around the house poutin for no reason
Just because you thought your man was skeezin
For a couple of days, look gloomy and gray
Thinkin about the ol' happy days
All of a sudden, the telephone ring
He beg for your forgiveness and you know what that brings
Joy and happiness into your life
Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife
I'm tellin you gi

Biz Markie: Shes Not Just Another Woman (Monique)

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her house, to have some fun
We both lived in Colonial Projects
I lived in building 48, she lived in building 26
We used to play Ringling, Coke or 1-2-3
But when I'm in Monique's presence, I would just freeze
The relationship began when I was five startin
She was in nursery school, I was in kindergarten
We was more closer than a hand and glove
This is what you call real puppy love
When we'd go trick or treating, I would carry her bag
When we moved to Long Island, it was all such a drag
Cause I know it would be difficult to see her again
I wouldn't miss her more than I'd miss all of my friends
Even though we was little this love was unique
And this is what I say to my love Monique, because

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
"She's not, just another woman..
She's not, no no!"

[Verse Two]
Let me tell ya a little somethin, about Monique
Even though we was little she had a physique
Indian brown skin with a nice complexion
She always gave me tender love and affection
I knew she was different in her own little way
I used to knock at her door bout every single day
I remember when we used to go trick or treatin
I used to snatch bags, so she could sink her teeth in
Crazy big variety of a lot of candy
She would share it with her friends Kim Ron and Fran and
Lee-nette, the girl she called her cousin
We never had an argument, oh we was never fussin
That's why me and her got along so good
Anything I asked her to do, you know she would
We would have family day, in back of building 70
I would win her a pr

Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

Bizkit Limp: 9 Teen 90 Nine

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Significant Other
(Music Song Lyrics):
Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world.
This stage I'm claimin' is the top of the world.
Love I'm feelin when you people connect
and if you're out in the crowd you're gettin' more than respect.
If you're wondering
I got plenty of flows.
I'm makin' plenty of friends
and many are foes,
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin' me now is kinda serious.
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you mutherf-ckers got a reason to jump!!
{chorus}
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
Hate,
a feelin' I don't really get.
And hate can get you in some serious shit.
Time is somethin'
that may change me,
but I cant time so f-ck it.
ive been stumblin'
through these thoughts
and I thought the fact that I could be delirious.
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you motherf-ckers got a reason to jump!!
{chorus}
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
We see good things change
and good things go away.
We see good things waste
and we taste the pain.
What we need is
a place to escape from today.
Right?
what we need is
a place to escape from today!!
right?!...
Bring it on..
you wanna be down with the G shock!!
f-ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but I aint all about that.
You gotta be down with the G shock!!
f-ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock!!
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but you don't want none of that
where we at?!
Don't stop!! its 9 teen 90 nine!!(2x

Biz Markie: Return of the Biz Dance

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Marley] Aiyyo aiyyo, aiyyo Biz whattup?
[Markie] Yo whattup Marl?
[Marley] Yo man 'member when we first shocked everybody
[Marley] with a FUNKY fresh beat?
[Markie] Yeah with the "Biz Dance," and you know
[Marley] And "Make the Music" and all
[Markie] Word!
[Marley] Yo remember we had the "Biz Dance"
[Marley] Yo we should get a funky beat and redo it man
[Markie] Yo, I'm I'm bringin it back out
[Markie] It's gon' be called, "The Return.. of the Biz Mark"

[repeat 16X]
Go Biz Mark!

[Verse One]
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin and rap
And now it's time, to bring my funky dance back
And once again, puttin you in a trance
In case you all forgot it it's called the Biz Dance
A movement by the body that's made like a puppet
I'm here to bring it back, and party people love it
So everybody knowin, and those who wanna learn
Get up and move your body as I return

[Chorus: Biz Markie sample]
[Biz Markie] Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark..
[repeat 4X] Go Biz Mark!
[Biz Markie] Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark..
[repeat 4X] Go Biz Mark!
[Biz Markie] Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark..
[repeat 4X] Go Biz Mark!
[Biz Markie] Wit the Biz Mark, Biz Mark..
[repeat 4X] Go Biz Mark!

[Verse Two]
Well I'm here to show you like a dance that never dies
That's put inside within yo' TV Guide
A movement of the body that can't be beat
It's like done by the creatures on Sesame Street
Now I can move my body when I'm dancin at a party
Like a ballerina that's drunk on Bacardi
I start to think of pop-and-twist
You think James Brown is wild - ah - bust this!

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Now, this is dedicate

Bizkit Limp: I Would For You Family Values Tour CD 1999

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
I wanna dedicate this song to everyone here tonight....we just want you to know that we live for music and we live for you and we're livin because of you....and we would do anything for you!! F*** the critics....f*** Spin magazine....f*** 'em all!! 'Cause without you we ain't sh*t

Oh baby...I'm so tired
Man from the government
Man from the tax reports said
Everybody's slaves, I'll make you my slave
This I'd do for you
If it would help to give this world back
What it gave then I would....
You seen these eyes...crazy eyes
Maybe they are, but so are yours
If it would help to give this world back
What it gave then I would....
I would for you....I would for you
I would for you....I would for you yeah
I would for you....I would
I would do anything for you motherfu**ers
You see my eyes I got crazy eyes
Maybe they are but so are you
If it would help to give this world back
What it gave then I would....I would
I would for you....I would for you....
I would for you....I would for you yeah
I would for you....I would for you yeah
I would....I would....I would....I would
I would....I would....I would....I would
I would for you....I would for you yeah
I would yeah
I would do anything for you
I would....I would
And I would also do anything...for the nookie

Bizkit Limp: Gimme Me The Mic

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Results May Vary
(Music Song Lyrics):
hold up it’s the motherf-ckin’ concrete
suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip
poppin’ all you copies
who keep waterin’ down shit
thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit
your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits
f-ck all of that shit
f-ck all of you posers
let go of the mic kid
step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone
i’m a microphone fiend
bring on the motherf-ckin’ cutthroat,
territorial piss off
spit the deadly and ready for lift-off
who’s getting their shit tossed?
is it the one kid running his mouth
that he’s sucking his thumb with?
you’re damn straight
i’ll put it right in ‘em
no anti-venom for the buck-buck
see a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone,
i’m a microphone fiend
chorus
give me a motherf-ckin’ mic y’all
give me a mic y’all
give me a mic so i can rock it right y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight y’all
i’m out of sight when i’m blowin’ up the mic y’all
you know it
you know it
hold up, check out the motherf-ckin’ tv
same song, same bands everyday, f-ck that
i’ll blow those motherf-ckers away, you wantin’
to hear some heavy ass metal that can
penetrate deep into your ear drums?
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up, motherf-cker
turn it up and step into a world that you’ve never seen
when i’m fiening for a microphone, i’m a microphone
fiend
chorus
it’s a crazy crazy world playing crazy
crazy shit on this crazy radio, I’m really sick of it

Biz Markie: Games

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Chorus: computer voice]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh

[additional computer voice]
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games

[Verse One]
Hi there good lookin, pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But everytime I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or commitin a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin me excuses, makin me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said Lee-Lee from San Fran
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin like somethin out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Now let me tell you like this baby doll
I never guessed you would act off the wall
Give me a chance for a little romance
We can dance and dine in Jamaica or France
Somethin in the way you make me feel
I like your personality, and your sex appeal
But it's all hard, not bein witchu
You're playin hard to get like catch 22
Some people got time to play them games
but I don't, so don't call me no names
Like all I want is sex, and take you no places
And,

Bizkit Limp: Crushed End of Days Soundtrack

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
from the End Of Days Soundtrack

It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn

You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the f-ck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face

But I remember when,
you would never lie to a friend
cause you were so high,
you were so shy,
you were so f-cked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the f-ck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face

but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so f-cked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up ( hey lethal wait up

Bizkit Limp: Break Stuff

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Significant Other
(Music Song Lyrics):
its just one of those days
when ya dont wanna get up
everything is f-cked
eveybody sucks
and u dont really know why
but u wanna justify
ripping someones head off
no human contact
and if u interact
your lifes ur own contract
ur best bet's just to stay away muthaf-cka
its just one of those days

*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

its just one of those days
feeling like a freight train
first one to complain
leaves with the bloodstain
damn right i'm a maniac
better watch ur back
cos im f-cking up the system
yall kno ur justf-cked up
and dont wanna get f-cked up
ur best bets just to stay away muthaf-cka
its just one of those days

*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

i fell like shit
my suggestion
is to keep ur distance
cos right now im dangerous
weve all felt like shit
been treated like shit
all those muthaf-ckas
better step up

u kno i pack a chainsaw
skin ur ass raw
and if my day keeps going this way i just might break something tonite
u kno i pack a chainsaw
skin ur ass raw
and if my day keeps going this way i just might break something tonite


*its all about the he said she said bullshit
i think u better quit that shit, slip, or u'll be leaving with a fat lip
its all about the he said she siad bullshit
i think u better quit talking that shit
so come and get it*

yall kno a pack a chainsaw [what]
pack a chainsaw [what]
a muthaf-ckin chainsaw [what]
yall kno i pack a chainsaw

so come and get it

Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Bizkit Limp: Bring The Noise with Staind

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
feat. Aaron Lewis from Staind

Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What f-cken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind

Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Bring that f-cken' noise, and get the f-ck up
Get the f-ck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
f-ck this
Limp Bizkit
f-ck this
In the studio
f-cken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man f-ck this
Terry Date is a f-cken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the f-cken' tape off

Biz Markie: Take it From the Top

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie]
Huh?
Yo this is funky!
We gon' get down to the point
And I'm just gonna say - I'd like to thank my man Rashad
But we gon' get down like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house, and
Felle Fel, rock the house
I can't forget, Capital, rock the house
My man Capital T, will rock the house
And to my man B, a rock the house, and
my man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
and my man Cool V, a rocks the house y'all
Ah to the beat y'all, you don't stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
and right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three

[Chorus]
Yo B take it from the top
Yo B take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)
Yo B take it from the top
Yo B take it from the top (wellllllll)

[Verse One]
Well I demand respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You may know me from "Rockin' With Biz Markie"
Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky
You might have seen in some videos with other folks
Sittin on the bench while me and Biz was tellin mother jokes
The meaning of my name some people may, try to guess
Yes yes I'm fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest
I make romance, I'm not a freelance
I spin records; BITCH I don't breakdance!
I scoop girls around the world that's what B does
The name Backspin means that B was
born.. as a creative, cut king
Supreme poet, inferior to nothing
Call me the teacher, since I'm the one who taught you
(

Biz Markie: Mudd Foot

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
"Hey Mudfoot, you know what we're here for, lay some treats on us!"
-> Fat Albert

[Intro]
Yo, dis is one of the, dis dis
Yo dis is that, that's that joint
Yo that's the.. that's that joint
Yo this is another one from the, y'know
You know who it's from! WHAT?!
Oh, now you don't know who it's from now right?
Okay, now I'ma just tell you
You know this is from the diabolical energetical
poetrical numerical new lyrical man, B-I-Z
Emmezah-emmezah-A-R-K-I-E
Best on the scene, man appointed rap king in effect
If you EVER try to disrespect the Biz Markie
Disability checks you collect, BUT ANYWAY!
I'm just bringin you you somethin
A new, a new a little somethin
Because you remember me from y'know, "The Biz Mark, Biz Mark"
And from the {*beatboxing*} and all that mess
And you know all the other stuff from like, "Make the Music.."
But yo, but I'd like to dedicate this to, my best friend TJ Swan
My cuz-n, my cousin Cutmaster Cool V
My man, my man, and my man, DJ Marley Marl
Cause we in the studio doin this, this is for my NEW DANCE
So check it out, everybody ready
I think he's ready to get, I-ah-I
I-I just think he's read', I think I'm ready to get hype

[Biz Markie]
I'm the Diabolical, Biz Markie
From "Pickin' Boogers," the "Vapors" - "Make the Music" you see
But now I'm bringin to you for your enjoyment
It's an animated dance for my employment
You might remember him from Saturday afternoon
He was my favorite character on any cartoon
But when you do the dance, you can't stay kaput
EVERYBODY GET UP.. and do the Mudd Foot
C'MON! Get up and do the Mudd Foot
C'mon, yo yo, yo c'mon and do the MUDD Foot
"Hey hey," yo h

Bizkit Limp: Hot Dog

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Limp Bizkit
(Music Song Lyrics):
Ladies and gentlemen... introducing the Chocolate Starfish
And the Hot Dog-flavored water
Bring it on!

Get the f-ck up!
Yeah!
Check... one... two...
Listen up, listen up, here we go...
It's a f-cked up world
A f-cked up place, everybody's judged by thier f-cked up face
f-cked up dreams, f-cked up life
A f-cked up kid with a f-cked up knife
f-cked up moms (moms) and f-cked up dads (dads)
A f-cked up cop with a f-cked up badge
f-cked up job (job) with f-cked up pay-ee-ay
And a f-cked up boss is a f-cked up day
f-cked up press with f-cked up lies
While lethal's in the back with f-cked up eyes
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Ain't it a shame that you can't say f-ck (f-ck)
f-ck's just a word and it's all f-cked up
Like a f-cked up punk (punk)
With a f-cked up mouth (mouth)
A nine-inch-nail -- get knocked the f-ck out
f-cked up aids from f-cked up sex
Fake-assed titties on a f-cked up chest
We're all f-cked up, so whatcha wanna do with f-cked up me
And f-cked up you?
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Ain't like a bitch (bitch), a f-cked up ditch (ditch)
A f-cked up sore with a f-cked up stitch
A f-cked up head (head), is a f-cked a shame
Swingin' on my nuts it's a f-cked up game
Jealousy thrills up a f-cked up mind
It's real f-cked up like a f-cked up crime
If I say f-ck two more times, that's forty-six f-cks in this f-cked up rhyme
Hey, it's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey it's on, everybody knows it's on.
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

oooooowwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! hoa!

Listen up baby
You can't bring me (bring me) down
I don't think so, I know so
You betta check yourself
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish punk
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You wanna burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Bizkit Limp: Full Nelson

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
why is everybody always pickin’ on me?
does anybody really know a thing about me?
but one of these days we’ll be in the same place
in the same place punk, at the very same time yeah,
but when it takes place and you wanna talk shit
then step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
i ain’t believing all the shit you’ve been talkin’ about me
don’t even know me and still your talkin’ shit about me
but one of these days i’m gonna catch you in the act
in the act, red-handed caught up in the act, punk
and that’ll be the day the one and only day
to step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
so where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world is really small
can’t we all get along?
where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world’s really small
can’t we all get along?
how pathetic are people who verbally rape us with talking?
we try to ignore them
ignore them until they keep talking
they think that they’re building an empire
without us
but we’ve got the torch now
we’ve got the fire to burn this motherf-cker down down
down down burn this motherf-cker
down down down down
burn this mother-f-cker down (repeat)
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check that
your ass can’t cash you bet your ass can’t cash,
motherf-cker!
just shut your f-ckin’ mouth!
(bring it on, lethal)
come on

Biz Markie: Intro

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie singing]
My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria
My new album is called, "Weekend Warrior"
But every time that I always hit a note
Just like DJ Kool, "eh-ah," Let Me Clear My Throat
But let me tell you that my name is the
Original the B-I-Z Marrrrrrrr-Kie

Bizkit Limp: Clunk

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Three Dollar Bill, Yall
(Music Song Lyrics):
Clunk [7x]

DJ Lethal.

Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister.
You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up
Because that mental is fadin'
Ego, you over played it.
Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted
Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted.
But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will.

It's gone too far.
It's gone too far, end it soon.
I never did.
Well I never did, kid.
It's gone too far.

Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin'
Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin'
Caught ya' lip-sincin'
Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin'
Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject)
Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect
But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you.
Well kid, I never did
And never will.

It's gone too far.
Well it's gone way too far, boy.
I never did.
It's gone too far.

You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash.
Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down.
What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'?
When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you.
It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill.
Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye.
Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield.
See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy.
Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this.
I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor.

It's been built up for so long.
And I just wanna get it out!
And I just wanna get it out!!

Clunk!

There's certainly some distortion in there. What?
Certainly some distortion in there.
I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear.
A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that.
Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration.
Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread.
And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?)
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars
They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer
They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to..
Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of
Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there?
Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger
Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness.
I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off.
That's a form of honosty, isn't it?
I suppose

Biz Markie: Get Down

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[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]-acapo

Bizkit Limp: He Said She Said

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Break Stuff
(Music Song Lyrics):
Its just one a those days when you dont wanna wake up
Everything is f-cked, everybody sucks
You dont really know why, but you wanna justify
Rrippin someones head off
No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just wanna those days

REFRAIN:
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, lettin shit slip
Or youll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, talkin that shit

Its just one a those days
Feelin like a fraight train
First one to complain, leaves with a blood stain
Damn right, Im a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz im f-ckin up your program
And if you feel stuck up, you just mucked up
Next in line to get ff-cked up,
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just one of those days

REFRAIN

So come and get it

I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now Im dangerous
We've all felt like shit,been treated like shit
All those mother f-ckers
That wanna step up

I hope you know im like a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
Aand if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break something tonight (2X)
Im like a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break your f-ckin face tonight

Gimmie somethin to break (3X)

How bout your f-ckin face

I hope you know Im like a chainsaw (what)
A chainsaw (what)
A mother f-ckin chainsaw (what)

So come and get it

REFRAIN

So come and get it

Bizkit Limp: Behind Blue Eyes

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Results May Vary
(Music Song Lyrics):
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it like
To feel mistreaded
To be defeaded
Behind blue eyes

And no one knows how to say
That they're sorry
Don't worry
I'm not telling lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Biz Markie: Not a Freak

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song 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

Biz Markie: Romeo And Juliet

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefor art thou?
That's what Juliet asked, but I don't know now
Maybe he went to get some roses for you
Yo, I'da I'da I-don't know where he's at Ju-li-et
Don't regret, cause he will be back
to come and get you, and bring you to the crillzab
But, there's an obstacle that's in his way
I think it's the-the-the ? that won't decay
Well, I'm the B-I-Z-M-izza-A-R-K
Let me tell you what I hear most people say
that you two people are a part of life
It explains why Romeo died by the knife
Or was it - the poison on Juliet lips
or vice versa I don't know it make my mind flips
Whichever way it was, it's very educational
So look at the movie and listen cause it's sensational
And if you hear the music you could never go wrong
I want EVERYBODY sing a long, now come on now

Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 4X)

To the R-O-M-E-O, and the J-U-L-I-et
I think the thing he did was to get respect
The way that I see it, it was a great deed
Because if wasn't, he wouldn't succeed
at getting Juliet's heart, and loving care
and all of the moments they had to share
But I really want you just to check out the plot
of the movie it is groovy it will hit the spot
It will make you laugh, it make you cry
and that's when you know you will be satisfied
Cause you know I wouldn't tell you nuthin that wasn't right
cause the Diabolical is outta sight
Yo, Romeo and Juliet should be household names
They names should be in the hall of fame
with my funky beat, you can never go wrong
I want EVERYBODY sing this song, now bust it out now

Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 3X)
Romeo, Romeo, HAH!!
Romeo and Juliet get-tin bu-sy (repeat 3X)
Romeo, Romeo, HAH!!

Bishop: U Know U Ghetto Radio

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Poo Motha Fucka
(Music Song Lyrics):
you know you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you know you ghetto

You kow you ghetto when you got rats and roaches
the fan in the window, front door wide open
you know you ghetto when you say "i aint offended"
change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antennae
you know you ghetto eatin chicken everyday
with color weave in your hair, and you trickin for a pay
gold teeth in your mouth
out talkin loud
and the car that you drive cost more than your house
you know you ghetto when your job is illegal
live in the projects with furniture like rich people
you know you ghetto when you cook with lard
and the only credit you got is your food stamp card
you know you ghetto when you own section 8
have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
understand this song, get your jam on
and yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

(chorus)

you know you ghetto (look at the way you walk)
you ghetto (c'mon listen to how you talk)
you ghetto (look at the clothes you wear)
you ghetto ( haa look at that style of hair)

you know you ghetto picken boogers then you flick em
and eat with your hands stead of washin em, you lick em
you dont know your daddy
and your hair nappy
people catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
you know you ghetto call a crib your house
be at funerals screamin, fightin then fall out
you know you ghetto sellin clothes you stole
and when you go out its like a fashion show
you know you ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, red and peanut butter puttin codes in your beeper
when you her stuff, helicopter, city bus
gettin f-cked in an ice cream truck

(chorus)

you know you ghetto only shop when theres a sale
late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
you know you hetto when you pee outside
catch bronchitis, get ??? and sleep tight
you know you ghetto when yall stealin cable
cussin and DJin on underground radio
sayin yo mama jokes
fightin on talk shows
mattress against the wall
aint no frame, its on the floor
you know you ghetto with dreads, doo rags and braids
weaves, colorful nails, afros, half way waves
you ghetto, wont pay back money that you borowed
and wearin an outfit you goin to return tomorrow
you ghetto bettin on a number
usin words like uh huhh, naw, and uh uh
instead of sayin mom you say ma, instead of dad you say da
you see nickel stores, barbeques, and laundromats

(chorus)

you know you ghetto punchin aint playin house right
your kids barefoot, playin outside
eat food off the ground, sayin God bless the church
let your kids drink beer, talkin bout it gives em worms
you know you ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
ran out of water supplies from people next door
you know you ghetto heat the house with the oven
and anybody famous from the hood your cousin
you know you ghetto cussin out your teacher
and when somethin happen your mama say Lordy Jesus!
when you use street knowledge
graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
you know you ghetto barbeque-in every holiday
pizza man wont even deliver around your way
where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
moms at the gas station beggin for some change now

(chorus

Biz Markie: This is Something for the Radio

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
This is another hit from Biz Markie
Dedicated to the radio, not he or she
Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized
This is my version of the Nobel Peace Prize
That's why I'm comin out my face like this
Far as negativity, you never get dissed
If it wasn't for you, nobody would know
That's why this is something for the radiohhhh

[Verse Two]
This rhyme is dedicated to the radio DJ's
That play all the hits on seven days
And even on the weekends, the DJ's will be freakin
Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and
The way they cut the records, and be talkin
It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF on the Walkman
To all the disc jockey's that's on the go
This is something for the radiohhhh

{*Biz ad libbing a harmony of "for the radio" randomly*}

Now I'ma kick it like this

[Verse Three]
I'd like to thank all the people state to state
For requestin my records on the radio great-ly
appreciate what you've done for me
And my reward to you is my M-U-S-I-C
Straight up, I make the music just for you
So you can do the extra crazy Biz Mark dance too
Or even do the dance made up by yourself
As long as you're in good phy-sical health
Because you're the one that make the radio hype
Like fresh tobacco and a brand new pipe
A program director always pick the right hits
Like puttin some salt and pepper and butter on grits
I ALWAYS look up to program directors
Cause they're the ones, the jam selectors
A couple of years ago when I didn't have a record player
On the radio I thought to myself sayin
If I ever get the chance to playin my stuff
I'm gonna make everything extra tough
Cause radio will last to

Biz Markie: What Comes Around Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: I Need A Haircut
(Music Song Lyrics):
Goes around
What comes around goes around

Sittin here reminiscin back to high school
When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool
Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say
When I saw you, but you never looked my way
It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade
I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe
I asked myself time and time again: what was it
About me that made me treat me like a buzzard
I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me
You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me
You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that
It woulda made my day if you just had waved back
I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops
I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box
You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows
You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes
If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could
But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered
But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see
Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me
Been tryin hard ever since I graduated
To make it big, and yes, I finally made it
Been doin shows, videos and tv
Now everywhere you go everybody knows me
Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin
Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin
You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently
And you make it your duty to come and speak to me
Rememberin how she played me in the past
Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast
And we can start off with all the men you been with
And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit
Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how
Come you got so much stuff to talk about now?
The word's around town that you're on the money tip
But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip
So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor
And over to the bar because that's what I came for
Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses
As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz!
Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm
Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim
Here comes that girl that used to diss me
She whispers in my ear could she come home with me
Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north
Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off
After i got it, yo, I never did call back
Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that
It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor
She caught the vapors and nothin could save her

What comes around goes around
You know what I'm talkin about
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around

Bishop Stephen: All Of My Life It Might Be You Theme From Tootsi

Artist: Bishop Stephen
Music Album: Best Of Stephen Bishop
(Music Song Lyrics):
Written by Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Dave Grusin)

Time... I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life...
Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me...

Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you...
All of my life...

Looking back as lovers go walking past...
All of my life
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place
Would I recognize the face?

Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it might be you

So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake
And we've so much love to make

I think we're gonna need some time
Maybe all we need is time...
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life...

I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before...

Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it must be you
And I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life...

It's you..
It's you...
I've been waiting for all of my life...

Maybe it's you...
Maybe it's you...
I've been waiting for all of my life...

Maybe it's you...
Maybe it's you...
I've been waiting for all of my life...
Repeat to fade

Biz Markie: Hooker Got a Boyfriend

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with
Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with
Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa
Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had
big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat
Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that
and lots more, and baby girl I had the hots for
But I'm really not sure, who she spread the twat for
Heard it was a kid across town named Hector
But I don't give a heck, so I still went and checked her
on the down low, he ain't around so
Out of sight, out of mind, get your coat and let's go
So we dipped, hopped in the whip and we was gone
Off to City Island cause they had it goin on
Two yuks a foo, now the mood was set
Caviar at the bar, Red Star, Moet
Silk suits, spendin loot like a straight up mack
When I felt somebody finger tappin me on my back
And turn around quick, but before I could begin
All I seen was a big mac-10, aiyyo it's her boyfriend

[Chorus]
"Hooker got a boyfriend!"
"Why do she do this boyfriend?"
"Ohh ahhh.. why do she do this boyfriend?"

[Verse Two]
Check it, yo
I broke camp, ran like a champ, yep I jetted
Off to the trunk for the pump, time to set it
Money kept screamin some CRAP that I dissed him
So I started lettin off {*gunshots*} but I missed him
Honey got scared, and called the five-oh
So yo, you know the half Dukes, time for me to go
Cause I ain't the type to be doin no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me come over yo, bet I'm on my way
Be there in a sec, yo I'm not too far
She said, "Park around the back so he don't see the car"
Met me at the door wi

Bituin Escalante: Kung Ako Na Lang Sana

Artist: Bituin Escalante
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Heto ka na naman
Kumakatok saking pintuan
Muli naghahanap ng makakausap
At heto naman ako
Nakikinig sa mga kwento mong paulit-ulit lang
Nagtitiis kahit nasasaktan ...

Ewan ko bakit ba hindi ka pa nadadala
Hindi ba't kailan lang nang ika'y iwanan nya
At ewan ko nga sa 'yo
Parang balewala ang puso ko
Ano nga bang meron siya
Na sa akin ay di mo makita ...

Refrain:
Kung ako na lang sana ang iyong minahal
Di ka na muling mag-iisa
Kung ako na lang sana ang iyong minahal
Di ka na muling luluha pa
Di ka na mangangailangan pang humanap ng iba
Narito ang puso ko
Naghihintay lamang sa iyo, oh-oh-oh ...

Heto pa rin ako
Umaasang ang puso mo
Baka sakali pang ito'y magbago
Narito lang ako
Kasama mo buong buhay mo
Ang kulang na lang
Mahalin mo rin akong lubusan ...
(Repeat refrain)

Kung ako na lang sana, oh-oh-oh..
(Repeat refrain)

Kung ako na lang sana ...

Bishop of Hexen: When a Witch Becomes a Pale Bride

Artist: Bishop of Hexen
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest
Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour
On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares
Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness

Bishop: True Crimes

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
True...crime (Fire Squad)
True...crime
True...crime (here we go)
True...crime

[Bishop]
Good Lord they shootin' at me
Smile on my face 'cause I'm trigger happy
Bitch get my drink and make it snappy
'fore I leave your ass screamin' for a taxi
True Crimes and nothin' but
I just seen that nigga Reuben jack a ice cream truck
Then quick across the street and rob a Pizza Hut
American Idol ain't my title
I'm Elmer Fudd with a big ass rifle
Lurkin' the block, homicidal
And robbin' nuns, gimme your bible (I'm kidding)
Don't you know I'm loco homes
With a trenchcoat like Sherlock Holmes
Full of shotguns and big ass chromes (why)
Set to break in all your homes (why)
And take that, take that, like Puffy Combs

[Chorus: Bishop]
Gimme your gun, gimme your knife (why)
It's True Crimes, better run for your life
Hide your kids, hold your wife (why)
It's True Crimes, better touch your ice
Cut your purse, stash your cash (why)
It's True Crimes, I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors (why)
It's True Crimes, and I'm taking yours

[Bishop]
Went up to the store and I picked 'em
Mask and gloves, guess what, it's a stick 'em
Gimme all your money honey and a big gold band
Too quick bitch witch don't say no I'm so
Out my mind I can't be serious
Get hit so hard you'll have an out of body experience
No interference with the current proceedings
Or you'll be well in sand for some serious beatings
Oh hi, oh my it's a tough guy
Get your face messed up like I'm Vanilla Sky
You used to be a super-size now you're just a small fry
Ain't got enough gas so I do a walk-by (b

Biz Markie: My Man Rich

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
This is a different type of dedication
To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration
Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin about
And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt
This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin
Anything he was makin, he was givin
To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl
Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world
Around Suffolk he wasn't known
But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home
Called L.I., is where he stayed
Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid
He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies
I'm makin this record, cause he's a friend of me
Cause he's a hard workin kid, I've just stated
That's why this record, is dedicated
To my man Rich

Yo yo, this is for you my man
God bless you

[Verse Two]
Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's
When we wasn't thinkin about gettin all the ladies
Me and Rich was thinkin about survival of the fittest
You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us
We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes
We was even at the factory they call {?}
Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back
Or even said they're not hirin to throw us off track
But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff
Even though, times was rough
We kept searchin searchin lookin and lookin
It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken
Still Rich didn't give up the faith
He found a job that wasn't safe
Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch
That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich

Yo this is to you my man Rich
Cause you know you go way back, you go way back
Word up, God bless you

[Verse Three]-

Biz Markie: Cool Vs Tribute to Scratching

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
{*Cool V cuts and scratches his own name*}

[Biz Markie]
I'ma make this brief, like about 30 seconds
My DJ, gets all of his respect in
super crazy blendin, so he can sound groovy
And it can only be the vibe of Cutmaster Cool V
When he cuts the funky record, it sounds so like def
And it can be SMOOTH, from right to left
But now I'ma shut up and step off from the action
It's Cool V give you hits, he do the funky scratchin
Cool V go ahead!

{*Cool V scratches his own name again and "I do damage!"*}

[Biz Markie]
Yo, I'd like to tell you about my DJ
He cuts the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and
You will agree that he will be pursuin
a career, and like I have no fear
For when he cut the funky records he won't be dissapear
Now you think of rockin and MC's know
He's highly recognized as the DJ of disco
He can like mix, and he can like cut an'
everytime I rock people say - V what in the heck
And they be checkin and, yo wait a second
As he be rockin it, always collectin
the money or dead presidents, whatever you call it
SO COME ON COOL V - GO FOR IT!

{*Cool V scratches his own name again and "I do damage!"*}

[Biz Markie]
Here's a biography about my DJ
His name is Cool V
And when he cut the funky records, he get respected
And he's an Aires
So check him out without a doubt as I be gettin down
I rock the funky rhythm of a rhymin sound
I think I like the way that he cuts for me
That's why he's my DJ - {*Cool V!*}
Girls! Wherever you call 'em
He rocks from here all the wa

Biz Markie: Vapors

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin' Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
These lyrics are replacing the current one which have some flaws:::


Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vapors
And since I got time what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how it spreaded throughout my crew
Well you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music" "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Well check it
Back in the days before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl name Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' and wants to speak and
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed
She caught the vapors (4X)
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type Kangol tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
"Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now!"
They caught the vapors (4X)
Now I got a cousin by the name of Vaughn Lee
Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get this job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin Vaughn still tried on and on and on
'Til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "Next!"
Now for the year of '88
Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss be like, "Vaughn, welcome to my store!"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors
They caught the vapors (4X)
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said "No" and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nobel Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X

Biz Markie: Buck Wild

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
about my man named Dee
Yo, even from when he was little
he was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
but man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's
Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do
So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack
And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back
But yet and still, he didn't care
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he hung out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child?
He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up
Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this
I don't whassup, but
I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation
I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part
So just check this out aight?
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
way back WHEN.. when he was only ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to travel somewhere far
Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR!
He'd always choose to live his life the wild way
Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High
the way you live determine just how soon you die
And he didn't care because to him it was fun
and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun
He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last
Went back and forth to jail six times
for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson
for all the kids out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin
And this is comin from
The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler
Ain't no one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah
who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..

Bishop Elvin: Party Till The Cows Come Home

Artist: Bishop Elvin
Music Album: Ace In The Hole
(Music Song Lyrics):
Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinkin' half gallons and shoutin' for more
Take off your shoes and let yourself go
We're never gonna let these good times go
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll...

We got all the chicken and ribs you can eat
We got good time music and dancin' feet
We're gonna turn up the music as loud as we please
We'll be so high we can hardly see
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Ah, let it roll...

Kick out the windows bust down the doors
We're drinking half gallons like never before
You gotta take off your shoes Mama let yourself go
Tonight we're gonna let these good times roll
We're gonna boogie till the rooster crows
We're gonna party till the cows come home
Let it roll ... Well, let it roll ... Let it roll... Let it roll...
(etc.)

(Repeat last two lines)

Biz Markie: Let Me See U Bounce

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Elephant Man]
Biz Markie and Elephant Man, we sensei
Bump fair ladies like Sean Paul, okay, c'mon!

[Biz Markie]
Ladies and gentlemen, how do you do (a do)
It's been a long time but without further adieu (adieu)
The Diabolical came to get the job done
Cause I'm the, Woogie Boogie and the master of fun
If you're ready to rock, and ready to get down
The grand groovin here to prove a different sound
I gotta get funky for the Y2K
Each and every time I know what to say
East West Midwest and the Dirty South
Always love the way that I be rockin the house
All the ladies, in the new jeans
Like Steve Arrington, you make me weak at the knees
I'm glad to be right here with y'all
Let the players play, and ballers ball, so
Chant, if you like the song
C'mon baby doll just sing along

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Girl, let me see you bounce
Let me see you bounce
Let me see you bounce
Bounce

[Elephant Man]
Every ting be a bounce, make me see girls a bounce
Make me see boots a bounce, make me see party a bounce
Disc jockey be a bounce, raise the stage up and bounce
Hopin dat de club a bounce, if ya irie a bounce
All de funkers a bounce, bartenders a bounce
Soul people a bounce, all dese people a bounce
EVERY TING A BOUNCE, ju know!
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere
What kind of booty dat she have {?} in de air
Just a bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, she no care
Bouncy bouncy bounce bounce, anywhere - ju know!
C'mon

[Chorus]

[Biz Markie]
Yes, I'm here to confess
That I took the S off Superman's chest
He got mad cause I felt, Lois Lane's breasts
I asked her could I touc

Biz Markie: Young Girl Bluez

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to scott_rodkey@hotmail.com for these lyrics.

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" - Slick Rick (Repeat 4x)

I was walking down the street, just a minding my biz
I saw this young lady, the ultimate
She had a pair of jugs that was so fine
Then I took a look at that behind
36-24-36, I looked to her and I said "I need a fix"
I asked her the same blahzay, blahzay
Her name, where she live, and how much she weigh
I got her digits and gave her my 1-800 beeper number
You can leave a message under the name of Rhumba
I know you're bugging off, then I will be too
But every time she be walking, she turns the heads of the crew
Word is bond, I wouldn't be messing
With this girl if I knew she was an adolescent
To all the guys over 21, here's the news:
It's the hip-hop version of the Young Girl Bluez

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

As the story goes on, I get a little deeper
I got a strange message on my 1-800 beeper
Call my looney, crazy, psychotic or dumb
But I got a good message from a girl named Rum
Come and get me from Mickey D's at 8
That's where I work after school, pick me up for a date
I was so excited that she called my pager
But never thought to ask if she was a teenager
She mentioned going to school, but I didn't think it was high
If you saw what I saw, then you know why
You wouldn't believe or even think of
A bird like that could be a dove
I picked her up in my Lexus coupe
Only God knows what I'm doing is an oof
Am I robbing a cradle? I'm very confused
I'm stuck in the middle of the Young Girl Bluez

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

Now I was seeing her for about half a year
Everything was fine and dandy without shedding a tear
Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what Chi-Ali said
Okay then why don't you get that through the judge's head
Proceeding along, I must have to say
It was coming very close to her birthday
I asked "What do you want?" She said "A pair of earrings"
I never knew what an avalanche the future brings
Her birthday came and she gave a party
I arrive kind of late to the place to be
People was excited for seeing my face
If my mother ever knew I would be a disgrace
"How old are you now?" to Rhumba-reen
I was in shock when they screamed "Sixteen!"
I felt like falling apart when I heard the news
This is the never-ending saga of the Young Girl Bluez!

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

Biz Markie: Chinese Food

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo, you know this is.. FON-KAY
I'd like to say rest in peace, to Aaliyah (sweet thing)
And 'Left Eye' Lopez
But, you know, shout out to my man Bruce Lee
Jackie Chan, check it out, Jet Li

[Verse One]
I'ma bring it to you like this
Drop a three pointer from the corner like swish
Walk around with a name belt and a funky new rap
Shell tops new and Space Invaders cap
Old school like, bread and gravy
Me and Monty roll together like Fred and Grady
Ain't, nothin you can say to stop this mad man
Play Defender, Centipede and Ms. Pac-Man
Just like Martin Luther I had a dream
In a house with no heat, just kerosene
Call Biz Mark, so you get the better connection
The type to wear Timbs to a weddin reception
I'm so smart, I even got a GED
Plus a vide-oh-oh, BET, and MTV
I'm the best thing out now go ask your moms
Spendin money on cars just to pass the time

[Chorus]
Four chicken wings with shrimp fried rice, that's good
{*scratch: "Egg foo yung"*}
Beef and broccoli with a little white rice, that's good
{*scratch: "Fried one time"*}
Chicken chow mein with a little white rice, that's good
{*sample: "Mix it mix it up nice"*}
I need a couple of egg rolls in my neighborhood, that's good

[Verse Two]
I'm the Uptown rhymer, large like Big Momma
Keep three girls on the couch like "Oh Drama"
End every line with period, no comma
Hidin out 'til I'm found like Osama
Walk on water, filled with pirahnas
Want the tie within coats with no liner
If I ever lose my girl, I go find her
If not, I got Shirl' and Tawanna
Right back on ya, yep the old timer
Any contract you got, I no sign-a
Don't smoke or use drugs, of no kind-a
Everything