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Do Your Thang
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Do Your Thang adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Tommy Boy Entertainment tarafından 18 Kasım 2003 tarihinde yayınlandıWeekend Warrior
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Çıkış Tarihi18 Kasım 2003
FirmaTommy Boy Entertainment
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Valence
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BPM101

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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
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!
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!"
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
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"
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
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!"
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)
Written by: Biz Markie, P. Diddy
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