Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chinese Food, artist - Biz Markie.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Chinese Food |
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 |
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 |
Four chicken wings with shrimp fried rice, that’s good |
Beef and broccoli with a little white rice, that’s good |
Chicken chow mein with a little white rice, that’s good |
I need a couple of egg rolls in my neighborhood, that’s good |
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 that I wear, is de-signer |
Just like Dolce, hang with Gabbana |
Biz Mark play his part, the show timer |
Make any party hot like your sauna |
Still keep the crowd controlled with no drama |
— change last line to «I need SOME egg rolls."etc. |
It’s the Mmah, Zah-aYYAH, Rrah, Zah-KaYYAH |
When Guiliani leave I will be the Mayor |
In the year two-thou', I’m gonna house |
I’m still tryin to look up a girl’s blouse |
Got a Hummer for the summer, Benz for my girlfriend |
When it comes to ice, I got a lot of dia-monds |
I’m hangin at the Rucker, watchin skip-to-my-loo |
Girls askin me to do the |
Weather is good, about eighty degrees |
My X-Ray vision seein thongs and G’s |
Thankin the Lord for the beautiful day |
I seen people sippin on Tanqueray |
Everything’s the same, in the new millen' |
Seattle is where, they got a Hip-Hop Museum |
So listen to the way I rock the spot |
Right about now I’ma make you hot |
— change last line again |
Rrrrrah! |
The Emmezah. |
Hey, Bruce Lee! |
Jackie Chan! |
My man Jet Li! |
Five Deadly Venoms, the Master Killer |
Huang Yu, Angela Mayo, okay |
I’m the Bizz Markeeee and I can rock |
To I can’t forget my man by the name of he rock |
He rock, I’m the Biz and I STOP |