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)

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