Do Your Thang

And I'm the P. Diddy
With the rhythm and rhymes and style that I display
Whack rappers get dropped like a hot potato
But please, please, leave my thang alone

And I never miss a tag when it's my turn

You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
I'm the court jester, the manifester

But please, please, leave my thang alone
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Wanna know
And you know what time it is, right

Got ladies screamin' stranje stranje
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
Rocked seven continents with all this flow
Go change they sweaters
Wanna know
There's no better MC than Biz Markie

The real deal, about the Biz
Affects a lot of people in the strangest way
But please, please, leave my thang alone

When I get on the mic, I guarantee

Everything I say or anything I do
So please, please, leave my thang alone
Cool V'll cut the record, make you do the 'Biz Dance'
And that's comin' from me, the P. Diddy
I can flip the crowd with a wave of my hand
This is the end of this scenario
Spit on the mic and don't you dare quit!
First car, I ever had was a Beamer
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose
Knuckle bleeder, no need for a heater
If you
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
"And this is somethin' for the radi-oh "
So come on Diabolical
Got took to court and didn't need a lawyer
So you know what time it is
Don't stop and don't you dare quit
The real deal, about the Biz
If you
But please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
I got out of breath and almost caught emphysema
I'm the Diabolical, "And you know this man"
Went to Fort Knox and kicked down the door
So please, please, leave my thang alone
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
First girl, I ever had was a screamer
If you
Who didn't even have to R A P
Make James Brown get down
Merrily merrily, life is just a dream-ah
The only MC in the history
A-say what?
Like Robin Harris, "I gotta go, gotta go!"
Made Beretta go get her
Well I'm the Biz Markie
You leave my thang alone
While Biz compose songs like Sebastian Bach
When you me hear me say and what I play
The bum destroyer, I'm comin' for ya

Wanna know
You can do your thang, and any-thang you choose

The dime repeater, the MC greeter
Yeah, yeah I like this

Will move yo' posse or your crew

Leave my thang alone
Made Laverne and Bill Cosby
'Cause I can, rock the mic if you give me a chance

I used to buy my clothes at A.J. Lester's
If you
A-say what, a-say what?
You can do your thang and any-thang you choose
Well I'm too cold to freeze, too hot to burn
A-come on

If rap was sex, I'd be a porno star
The rhymerator, the beat creator
Put the party people in a state of shock
With Sade, and Janet, in a menage-a-trois
Wanna know
I fought Mike Tyson, dropped him in 4
Just get on the mic, sit on the mic
So please, please, leave my thang alone