[scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"] Uhh, yeah Markie Dee and the Soul Convention Ninety-one to ninety-two Ninety-two, ninety-three
And if you do, then step inside Take me back to school and let your legs divide I know what you want and what you're thinkin And every other brother is dead and stinkin And
happy (ohhh) [P] Let me see you smile I will, I will I will I will yeah) Happy - so very happy (Markie) (I-I-I-I) (mmhmm) [P] Uh-huh (mmm) Happy - so
[Verse One: Markie Dee] One minute you're so fly and now you're busted Sweetheart, we got a lot to discus kid Your relationship is wavering Don't walk
Yeah.. Mark, Mark, Mark the Shark Here we go.. pay attention boys and girls Dig it Now let's set the scene, the year is eighty-two I gotta make a stop
