Letra de 'Do Your Thang' de Biz Markie

[biz + p. diddy]
And you don't stop
And you can't stop

[p. diddy] yeah, yeah - i like this

[b-i-z] if you
[diddy] if you
[b-i-z] wanna know
[diddy] wanna know
[b-i-z] the real deal, about the biz
[diddy] a-say what, a-say what?
[b-i-z] well i'm the biz markie
[diddy] and i'm the p. diddy
[b-i-z] so you know what time it is
[diddy] a-come on
[b-i-z] if you
[diddy] if you
[b-i-z] wanna know
[diddy] wanna know
[b-i-z] the real deal, about the biz
[diddy] a-say what?
[diddy] and that's comin from me, the p. diddy
[diddy] and you know what time it is, righhht

[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!

[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

[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 they 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 radi-ohhhh"

[chorus]

[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] - repeat 2x w/ ad libs

[sung ad libs before a quick fadeout]