Studda Step

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I said-I said-I said-I said my name is Biz Markie
And all the people only know me for comedy
I make you laugh, I make you giggle ha-ha, he-he-he
I graduated from Hip-Hop University
I got-I got-I got a license from the DMV
And sometimes you see me rolling in a Cherokee
Whether I'm from Connecticut or DC
I make-I make a party cook like Chef Boyardee
I be-I be catching wreck on the M-I-C
And you can go with the flow or you can disagree
You know-you know-you know I got a degree
Or you get can a DT to check my my pedigree
Now you can write the NAACP
Or ask Al Sharpton how I be
[?] you will find definitely
That nobody beats the B-I-Z

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got-I got-I got-I got to get on down
And let you listen to the Grand Groove of funky sound
[?] that makes your day
So listen don't be missin' any word I say
Lordy-lordy-lordy, thank you for the gift
That's guaranteed to rock and give the party a lift
I rock-I rock the house with the greatest of ease
[?] wreck your body and knock you to your knees
Eh-eh-eh-eh, that is my talk
You can tell I'm from LI, NJ or New York
I got-I got smarts like Doctor Zhivago
I talk more bull than the team in Chicago
I try-I try-I try to spit it all out
That I'm the super-duper-party-pooper without no doubt
Check-I check-I check where I'm coming from
I'm long-lasting like chewing gum

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No studda, no step, just straight up me
To my dance every chance that you give me
Party rock, show shocker, a rap technique
For all the homeboys and all of you freaks
[?] toupee and weave
And to all of my people smoking them leaves
On the streets, on the mic, I keep it real
And you know I [?] wheels of steel
I got 45 stacked up to the ceiling
From Boogie Nights to Sexual Healing
And the person I'm diversing without no cursing
I may not be the best but I'm far from the worst
[?], can't match my dough
[?]
Take the [?] and put the boogie in your body 'cause
Ain't no party like a Biz Mark party

[Chorus]