Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Down , by - Biz Markie. Release date: 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! |