Lyrics:
down with the dogs you gon' get up with the fleas, huh
Got more lines than a prison wall's tally markings
She said "he just a friend," like Biz Markie
So
of the strange acts of God
No longer will the people ask us where is your God while we were dealing with that another woman brought in another testimony and she
can’t be no Andre Drummond
Yea I know I’m just a friend but why would you cry to me
Yea you say I’m just a friend But I ain’t no biz no markie
And you
came out bad like Cool J did it
Then again more Micheal if i moonwalk with it
Just a nigga wit a attitude another public enemy
Told her man im just
wit a team
Rip to Ason he the king of his style
Biz Markie lay your down see we not fucking around
Don't try to come for this crown
See I'm the king
your soul could be broken still
Even a rich spirit money can't buy (uh)
I pray that heavens watch me (ayy)
Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace
deserve a degree
Gas open up my gates Rock Lee
Dumb bitch you ain’t smokin for free
Fat plug look like Biz Markie
Don Shirley nigga i got the keys
Roll
time I blow smoke and
{Biz Markie}
(Can you feel it)
Blowin' smoke, bee
{L.L. Cool J}
(Woof, now you're cut loose)
Rip off the hand, open up
you're ugly
People just think you're ugly
You have a fascinating face"
"Thanks" we had another drink
"What are you doing?" she asked "Nothing
I can't get
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
might change my mind before we get there
You sound like you got no control over whether you go or not
That's just it what is it about a woman that
orders woman when he come home
Getcha ass in the air!
(My woman wants it just as much as I do)
Woman wants it just as much as he does
But makes as if she
with my car you got it fixed on your own
Went stripping at the club to pay the shit that I won’t
found a woman who does, cause she had did what I don’t
another, example of a no good freak
To keep her name confidential lets call her Monique
Now she was the type, that was always shyk
Walkin round like she was
she can keep it
(word em up) On the Pharcyde, the girls +Passed Me By+
The ones who was trailin' me, goin' in the Cherokee
But fuck 'em, I didn't
But soon holding that penthouse key
Aye
You say we friends mind ya biz markie
I got plans for me and the squad
More than a dream
Risking everything i
and break!
Braniac(spoken):
Is that even legal?
Brainiacs:
Not another peep
Martha(spoken):
It's just dancing. Sometimes I think it's cooler than homework.
living life right now can't get another run
We really brought in the baddies in Multiples
I got a wifey now she unapproachable
I just be makin plays I
another 8 or 10 that's looking finer than before I
Think i just saw another standing in line
Looking so fine, but she standing in my
Way i say excuse me
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
possessed by the moon
And we danced until we both turned blue
She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad woman
She was a mad mad mad
get there
You sound like you got no control
Over whether you go or not
That's just it
What is it about a woman that makes
Such a dummy out of a man
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Faleena was this baby's name
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
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