Vapors

Biz Markie

Can you feel it



Nothin' can save ya



For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors



And since I got time, what I'm gonna do



Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew



Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records



Made the music, "Nobody Beats the Biz"



Well, check it



Back in the days before this began



He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran



The type of female with fly Gucci wear



With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair



When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed



Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"



Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer



My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her



But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots



Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits



Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak



And be comin' to all the shows



Every single weekend



To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please



Dyin' for the day to get skeezed



She caught the vapors (4X)



I got another partner that's calm and plain



He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane



A mellow type of fellow that's laid back



Back in the days, he was nothin' like that



I remember when he used to fight every day



What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey



He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied



And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side



Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad



And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had



They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum



Or either injail or someone would shoot him



But now he's grown up, to their surprise



Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide



Now the same people that didn't like him