Released: September 8, 1998
Featuring: Biz Markie
Songwriter: Shock G Biz Markie Humpty Hump Jeremy “Jay-Z” Jackson
Producer: D-Flow Production Squad
(Humpty Hump)
Good googily goo
Look what the cat dragged in
The mack's back in, we snap crackin
We got the jokes for you
Uh, look who the Hump bumped into
The old one-two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker
Biz lay the vapours
(Biz Markie)
I'm the vapour sprayer from the Himalayas
The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-aya
I'm the mayor
Leavin' emcees in a ditch
(Humpty Hump)
So get ready, we 'bout to start a fight in this bitch
(Biz Markie)
Humpty dumpty had a fight with his moms
He broke both her legs and both of her arms
Tidy Bowl Man tried to throw a fit
I told his punk ass he was full of Shhhh...
(Humpty Hump)
Shut your mouth, Biz
See you're always trying to take it further
I heard you bit a burger, with a funky worm in it
Ohio Players sued 'cause you didn't clear the sample
And lordy lord, now they got you pushing hot dogs
(Biz Markie)
2Pac was the only one that was living large
And Humpty your nose is a two-car garage
I know you got sooooul
I heard you don't eat pussy you be eatin' booty hole
(Humpty Hump)
No my nose be in the booty, my tounge be in her vertical smile
I heard your sister had sex with Gomer Pyle
(Biz Markie)
Your moms don't brush her teeth
I heard her breath was strong
(Humpty Hump)
Yo you wrong
(Both)
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
The odd couple
(Biz Markie)
The city so nice, they had to name it twice
New York, New York, the land of lights
We got the fashion, the widget, the project ditches
The Apollo, the Broadway, The Garden, the Pictures
(Humpty Hump)
So? We got the palm trees, Gs being Hollywood swingin' large
Cars around the block with the stars on the sidewalk
Every stop lights a show case, not Lexuses
Brothers in Hummers following other friends in Benzesus
(Biz Markie)
Ya, that's cool, Y'all doin' your thing
But look what they did to that man Rodney King
They beat him, and stomped him, like a bunch of grapes
When I seen him he looked like the Planet of the Apes
(Humpty Hump)
Ya you right, police don't act tight but in the riots yo
California niggas wasn't scared to go
At poh poh
(Biz Markie)
So yo, I'll take you down like Mavis
Every Burrough is thorough, don't forget Larry Davis
(Both, trading lines, Humpty is first)
We got Dre and Quincy Jones, homes
Primo and Puff, Hump
Easy E. and 2Pac nigga
Scott La Rock and Biggie nigga
Compton
Bronx
Oakland
Brooklyn Bridge
Golden Gate, plus Huey Newton
Malcom X
You got rats
Earth quakes
Well at least you'll never catch me wearing wigs in my videos
Oh, you don't have to go there, with your big, plastic nose
What about your big ass head?
What about your buck ass teeth?
Your moms so black, I looked at her and thought that I was sleep
Your nasty ass moms gave me ear infection over the phone
Come on man, why we can't get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
The odd couple
(twice)
Good googily goo
Look what the cat dragged in
The mack's back in, we snap crackin
We got the jokes for you
Uh, look who the Hump bumped into
The old one-two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker
Biz lay the vapours
(Biz Markie)
I'm the vapour sprayer from the Himalayas
The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-aya
I'm the mayor
Leavin' emcees in a ditch
(Humpty Hump)
So get ready, we 'bout to start a fight in this bitch
(Biz Markie)
Humpty dumpty had a fight with his moms
He broke both her legs and both of her arms
Tidy Bowl Man tried to throw a fit
I told his punk ass he was full of Shhhh...
(Humpty Hump)
Shut your mouth, Biz
See you're always trying to take it further
I heard you bit a burger, with a funky worm in it
Ohio Players sued 'cause you didn't clear the sample
And lordy lord, now they got you pushing hot dogs
(Biz Markie)
2Pac was the only one that was living large
And Humpty your nose is a two-car garage
I know you got sooooul
I heard you don't eat pussy you be eatin' booty hole
(Humpty Hump)
No my nose be in the booty, my tounge be in her vertical smile
I heard your sister had sex with Gomer Pyle
(Biz Markie)
Your moms don't brush her teeth
I heard her breath was strong
(Humpty Hump)
Yo you wrong
(Both)
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
The odd couple
(Biz Markie)
The city so nice, they had to name it twice
New York, New York, the land of lights
We got the fashion, the widget, the project ditches
The Apollo, the Broadway, The Garden, the Pictures
(Humpty Hump)
So? We got the palm trees, Gs being Hollywood swingin' large
Cars around the block with the stars on the sidewalk
Every stop lights a show case, not Lexuses
Brothers in Hummers following other friends in Benzesus
(Biz Markie)
Ya, that's cool, Y'all doin' your thing
But look what they did to that man Rodney King
They beat him, and stomped him, like a bunch of grapes
When I seen him he looked like the Planet of the Apes
(Humpty Hump)
Ya you right, police don't act tight but in the riots yo
California niggas wasn't scared to go
At poh poh
(Biz Markie)
So yo, I'll take you down like Mavis
Every Burrough is thorough, don't forget Larry Davis
(Both, trading lines, Humpty is first)
We got Dre and Quincy Jones, homes
Primo and Puff, Hump
Easy E. and 2Pac nigga
Scott La Rock and Biggie nigga
Compton
Bronx
Oakland
Brooklyn Bridge
Golden Gate, plus Huey Newton
Malcom X
You got rats
Earth quakes
Well at least you'll never catch me wearing wigs in my videos
Oh, you don't have to go there, with your big, plastic nose
What about your big ass head?
What about your buck ass teeth?
Your moms so black, I looked at her and thought that I was sleep
Your nasty ass moms gave me ear infection over the phone
Come on man, why we can't get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends
The odd couple
(twice)
- Who Got the Gravy? (1998)