featuring BizMarkie
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two mircophone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna do
On and on and on is how the beat goes
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes
I wear shorts in the summer Timberlands when it snows
Sometimes I like to chill sometimes I like to mingle
Sometimes I get the fever for the flavor of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
It's not too short, but then again it's not too long
I brought someone with me, someone you might know
He's bound to wreck your body from the tip of your toe
All the way up to your last hair folicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
Live party people but the rest did not survive
(Why?) They had a cardiac arrest
Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and
Making people dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is something I get tricky
And I'm the sneaky type to like slip a girl a Mickey
And I live the type of life that's far from affordable
Standing on the corner calling cuties on the portable
Me and Master Ace is FONKY (Word to Miz)
Yo, who is it Ace? (It's me and the Biz)
It&
