Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down, artist - Biz Markie.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Get Down |
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 |
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» |
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 |
Get down, get on down, withzzzah |
Inhuman Orchestra that you would prefer |
Singin funky records for him or her |
Only thing to say is I’m spectacular |
Let me get busy so I can make you dance |
Shake and bake and put you in a trance |
Make you forget all your stress for five minutes or less |
Like a vacation in Jamaica or France |
Have you happy and jumpin for joy |
Whether you man, woman girl or a boy |
You will agree, it ain’t no other like the B-I-Z |
I’m up with the Jones, like my name’s Roy |
But, yo, no, it’s got to be the Original |
Milky like cereal, funky fresh material |
The L.I.'er for yo' desire |
But right about now, I gotta retire |
Your moms’ll save this like your name is Sammy Davis |
Cause I’m guaranteed to rock the microphone |
And hit you like |
I don’t gotta bald head |
But I’m guaranteed to rock and spread love |
Super educated from above |
MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove |
I’m not Johnny Bench |
But I hit yo' ass with a big-ass wrench |
Biz! |