Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Comes Around Goes Around, artist - Biz Markie. Album song Biz's Baddest Beats: The Best of Biz Markie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.1994
Record label: Cold Chillin', Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
What Comes Around Goes Around |
Sittin here reminiscin back to high school |
Wwhen everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool |
Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say |
When I saw you, but you never looked my way |
It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade |
I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe |
I asked myself time and time again: what was it |
About me that made me treat me like a buzzard |
I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me |
You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me |
You didn’t have to conversate with me, I can say that |
It woulda made my day if you just had waved back |
I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops |
I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box |
You’re treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows |
You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes |
If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could |
But you give me that look like you don’t wanna be bothered |
But that’s okay, just keep on frontin, see |
Cause one day I’mma make it, and you’ll be wantin me |
Been tryin hard ever since I graduated |
To make it big, and yes, I finally made it |
Been doin shows, videos and tv |
Now everywhere you go everybody knows me |
Now the tables have turned and now it’s me you’re hawkin |
Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin |
You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently |
And you make it your duty to come and speak to me |
Rememberin how she played me in the past |
Yeah, we can talk, I’m in a rush, please make it fast |
And we can start off with all the men you been with |
And don’t come poppin that just-a-friend bit |
Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how |
Come you got so much stuff to talk about now? |
The word’s around town that you’re on the money tip |
But sorry, I can’t do nothin for ya, honey dip |
So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor |
And over to the bar because that’s what I came for |
Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses |
As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz! |
Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm |
Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim |
Here comes that girl that used to diss me |
She whispers in my ear could she come home with me |
Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north |
Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off |
After i got it, yo, I never did call back |
Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that |
It’s a new game, and the odds are in my favor |
She caught the vapors and nothin could save her |
What comes around goes around |
You know what I’m talkin about |
What comes around goes around |
What comes around goes around |
What comes around goes around |