Uh well this is how nice and smooth it is
Hey uh listen to them
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris"
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...
With rhyme after rhyme I win
The Mac The Mac
Nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin'
They layin' in the back and front
Keepin' the speakers pumpin'
The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get a warm
And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform
You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe
Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be
So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles
You can get the finger... the middle
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris
Hey, yo Kris kick it first
You know it's sto it's sto
Peepin at my rhymes it's dope it's dope
And for you there's know call my name what?
The Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out
Catchin' all the ladies
The age I be I should be playin with toys
Instead I put my hand into make you make noise
That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and
I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man
I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
And there ain't another brotha bad as me
When I let go
Somethin' from the ghetto
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun
Showin' suckas how it's done
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 3 times)
Yea, now you all know
What's up?
And the Mac to all that
Yea.. we gonna kick one more verse for you all
So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris"
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...
With rhyme after rhyme I win
I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
And there ain't another brotha bad as me
When I let go
Somethin' from the ghetto
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun
Kris Kross show 'em how it's done
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 6 times)
Tonite's Tha Night
Kris Kross
Album: Young, Rich and Dangerous
Shhhhhhhhh
Kris Kross........... 9 to 5
yeah...........
Who gotcha open, scopin' out tha track
It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mac
Still slackin' back-packin' up my turf
Cause after me was a factor real worse at the worst
Stompin', jumpin' wanna-be's
But ever however there's only one M-A-C
-say what-
Me and Daddy for the big picture
Ways of gettin' richer, Mister quick to hit your sister
I'm rollin' in the Green County all chrome
I sling brothers on the deck on my cellular phone
I'm just loungin', leather, sound all around
And a dip on the other end wanna put me down
Now no hesitation I hops to it
See it ain't easy bein' a Mac but somebody gotta do it
True, it's usually not represented right
But I'm the M-A-C-D-A-double D-Y and tonight's tha night
1-Please, my whole crew makes G's
Tonight's tha night, baby, so blow up on these
Tonight, tonight' is tha night
(repeat 1)
Tonight's tha night I call up all the girls
I used to go to school with,
Fool with, and all the Niggas that I'm cool with
Let 'em all know that my mom is gone
And it will be tomorrow before she comes back home
Ding-dong it's on, Nigga say no more
I'm with a truck full of women so just open tha door
Cause, yo, we came here to party
Gitty crunk, get drunk and leave your house with somebody
True, that some homies don't bring your main misses
Cause it's real deal mackin' when it comes to the Chris's
And this could be your very last time seein' her
One look at me and you better believe that I be ge'in' her
So come along or don't come at all -why-
Cause it's real big pimpin' at this playa's ball
True, it's usually not represented right
But with me it's all to the G and tonight's tha night
(rpt 1, 1)
[Kris Kross]
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..
[Verse 1]
I went to bed late but I didn't think late would EFFECT ME
Early came around then late wouldn't LET ME
Wake up - WAKE UP -so I can get dressed
I guess my body was mad 'cause I gave it no rest
And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00
Jumped in the shower and I know I was late
Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni'
And said to myself if I miss school I'm ruined
But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED
I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS
Now I'm hopin to myself everything is cool
Standin on my block like a fool
But (1) I'm all alone and (2) the bus is gone
(3) if I miss school this weekend I'll be at home
Can somebody come real fast to my rescue
I'm stuck at the crib and I don't know what to do
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
I missed the bus [ohh]
I missed the bus
I missed the bus [ohh]
And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again
[verse 2]
I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down
Thinkin I could chill 'til the time came around
And I did - HE DID - but a little too long
Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone
I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door
And I chased the bus 'til my feet was sore
On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn't catch up
I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck
Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted
Scuffed up my sneakers and I'm really disgusted
And when I got to school it was the same old thing
Stepped in the class and the school bell rang
It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain
But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game
YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win
I learned to never miss my bus again
Notorious B.I.G. sample) x2
It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha
See ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha
Chorus:
Niggas in da street ain't right
Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life
And I never know when I gotta go so I stay strapped
Cause niggas they don't know how to act
Mack Daddy:
It's Monday night and I'm out
Chillin' with my girl, top down
500 SL pumpin' some sounds
Now me I'm in Versace from my head to toe
Lookin' for a place to go
So I can spend my dough
I found a spot, jumped out
My girl was hot, no doubt
And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about
Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit
And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip
I kept walkin', but all they did was follow
Tryin' to flex
Talkin' about ym girls titties
And the jewels around my neck
Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off
And I can see these little bustas
Tryin' to play me for soft
I heard "stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up
Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck"
I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind
But it's a waste of time cause I ain't got my nine
And these...
Chorus x2
Daddy Mack:
Now I done did all this work
So I can be the man
Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan
Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin'
Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me
Cause I'm flossin', hit the streets left and right
Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight
I heard somebody yell "112" that's the spot
So I hit the parking lot
Not thinkin' of gettin' got
Cause it's mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere
But niggas don't know how to act and they don't care
I heard "freeze" from these four niggas
That I knew, that I knew from back in grade school
I said "What's up?"
He said "What's up?" It's on
Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome
I said "Homes, you ain't even gots to trip
Cause I ain't even tryin' to die over materialistics"
Just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
somethin' real smooth
you can just ride to
tell me how you feel
here we go...
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac
See the bell rang and I got my dash
Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin'
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin'
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac
I says "What I am is what I am is who I be"
And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me
Cool, cause dissin' and no pay
They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day
And all that love keeps me and Chris tight
Long as we give some love back everything's alright.
Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood
And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good
Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants,
and some Nikes, G
And yet more letters, and the letters sayin'
"I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?"
Yesssss.....
I try to pass 'em my autograph
I try to do as many as I can
Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood
Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good
Cause I'm down like four flat tires
Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj.
Showin' I can do right and not do wrong
Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong
And we ain't got no love for the side
We only love those who love us back
Right?
Now people seem to think what I do is a blast
Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash
But they don't know
Really know
The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz
Early mornin' interviews then we step to school
Step from school
Back to interviews then it's on to other dues
So, warm it up Chris
I said "Ya warm it up Chris"
That's what I was born to do
Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side
If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride
See, I ain't come out wack I come out right
Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike
It's the Daddy Mac
Big thing
Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill.
Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line
So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind
Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me rock than you know that I live and die for the things I do slang I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1 2 1 2 unhh............ 1 2 1 2 mic check 1 2 1 2
1 2 1 2 unhh............ 1 2 1 2 mic check 1 2 1 2
1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie.
I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious to the most brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the collar. Follow me cuz my dollars makin' more cents than common.
Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds endangerin' your species,
more like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin' plenty grass let it go and let Da Brat commence to be the baddest hoe.
Chorus
2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black
Nothin' but a C big party (twelve until) see I'm the daddy of the mack and at the top of world I chill keep real, my feela' work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin' way to keep'em pissed) my life I wouldn't tread it, to me it's nothin' better, wakin' up when I wanna sportin' Jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollin' wit' a clicc supa' thick and everybody gettin' well.
Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and I'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackin' those actin', tough as Tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked N's seventeen's on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won die.
Chorus
Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ Someone tell me......... we got it goin' on...... I'm tellin' y'all (it's that SoSo Def)
3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri
I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, I run game like my name was John Gaddy, hittin' hookshots like Vlade and niggas around my way call me little Liberace.
A lady lover like no other and I be lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover now who keep it hot? (We Do.)
Party time
Okay, party people in the house
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
I was at this club, this place called Roy's
I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys
There were hands swingin', people singin' and others on the wall
Disco lights blinkin' and people big and small
Security finally caught me, talkin' 'bout "Son you're kinda young"
I said, "Beat this Mr. Officer I'm just trying to have some fun"
Now on my way out, this girl said, "Whuddup shorty?"
I broke away from the officer and then said, "Girl, it's time to party"
You know
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Next I went to a club to see what he said I was missin'
Snuck through the back door, it was like "Yeah, I can get with this"
A whole bunch of cuties surrounded by a bunch of moles
With dreadlocks, bell bottoms and a couple wearing Afros
Now I was Krossed Out, totally fly to the T
Getting all the girlies then I got caught by security
He grabbed me up and said, "Yo, I just kicked out your friend
And I don't want to see you and him around here ever again trying out"
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Okay party people in the house
Okay party people in the house
Yeah, part
One night we both decided that we would go together
Totally Krossed Out, into more Krossed Out leather
Now I was lookin' fly from head to toe
And all we both could think about was reaching the back door
We were lookin' diggy diggy doe ready to rock
You know?
But when got to the back door
Oh, the back door shouldn't have be locked
Now Kris was getting mad, but I had other thoughts
Of ways of getting in,
When I was getting caught
So we could
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Jump, jump, you know, you should know that
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you, jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya jump, jump wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump
How high? Real high 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
Come stompin' with somethin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B; rap bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
I let myself knockin', knockin'
I love it when a girl is like jockin', jockin'
The D A double D Y M A C yeah you know me
Got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you know it so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The daddy makes you J U M P
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckas that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't
'Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida mac daddy
Miggida miggida miggida mac
'Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida mac daddy
Miggida miggida miggida mac
I make you wanna
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
Jump, jump
The mac dad will make you, jump, jump
The daddy mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you, jump, jump
It's da bomb
it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Miggida Miggida Mac
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well here it comes
say what
Here it comes
It's the quicka rippa ripper
Known to flip a script like it ain't notin'
All ya MC's that used to MCs better duck an'
Run an' hide cause it's too late to try to make it right
Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide
Cause I ain't the one for that I ain't the one that slack
I'm the Miggida-Miggida-Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack
I don't care who you get or who ya wit'
Just know you won't be equipped to what it takes to break this krossed
out kid
I've got deez off dout clout cause I'm deez off doubt
I'm bad suckas if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about
So lay your cards on the table cause I'm able to rock
When ever, where ever I still rocks the cradle
Cause i'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
Cause on the mike I get dum-ditty ditty-dum
So watcha back when I say here it comes
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac
Well, can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes
understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor
we get our own on our own ain't askin for no favors
we're true to what we do that's how we be
so just reason with the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
I betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause I'm a little rough neck
Tiffy-tiffy tough neck
Cause what gettin' 'nough respect
And all those little punks talkin' junk bring it on
Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes
Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
So watcha back or comments will startcha runnin'
And do-do on yourself when you hear the daddy comin'
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Daddy Mac
But, can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it
say what
Comes
I'll be coming around the mountain when I come droppin' a bomb
Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get some
So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack
Walkin' away you're like the bottom of a door mat
I didn't gain props cause I was a suckas daughter
I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker
I can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cage
Give me 30-30 half-callibar half-gage
And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Test me out
We're in the big part of in The Last Boyscout
Scopin' a needle is like a needle in a haystack
Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq
You think you're dealin' with a weak boy step back
Cause I'm comin' up like a Veteran on a phat track
I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom
Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out
A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the South
When I bust, and I do frequently
I see niggas in careers trying to get with me
Now no longer am I small
See got me a ball me of women, I keep 'em wall to wall
See 'cause mackin' ain't easy
But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me
Over age, never under, wonder in the words of Aaliyah
Age ain't nuthin' but a number
So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes
Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go
They say,? Daddy daddy?, they call me, it gets major
Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager
Asking for favors that I don't do
That's for a nigga in love, all I'm doing is mackin' you
Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it
Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it
Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack
Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it
Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it
Now tell me whose the mack
Now I ain't got no big hat or a Cadillac
I push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap, say what?
I keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck
For when I wanna get wet
I tell Chris all the time, I more of a mack than he is
And it's been this way since we was real little kids
I got women saying,? Baby tie me up?
I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff
Now with me it's like the old days, ain't gone no where
A light skin-ded nigga with real long hair
Perm, corn rowed, individuals, Afros
No matter what, I'm fresh head to toe
So who's the mack? Daddy mack
Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back
From these, player haters trying to salt my game
And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing
You know what I mean?, [unverified], ain't no need to bullshit
These niggas in love, you know what I mean?
Talking about how fast [unverified]
There ain't no players, I'm drunk now, you know what I mean?
I'm kinda, I know, I know, but I'm cool, I know
The rest is unintelligible to me, You, what I mean?
Now tell me who's the mack
Mr. Black, and we can do whatever
Flossin' in the Benz, decked out in the leather
Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne
And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing
My aim, to control mind, body and soul
Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow
Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'
Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in'
Yeah, we puffing real La, laid back to the funk flows
I prescribed, I could write a thesis on the dime pieces
Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your nieces
Mack Daddy Forte, when I'm flossin' with the double K
Got all these broads showing us where they stay
Pager blowin' up all these hoes wanna skeez me
Uh, well, this is how nice and smooth it is
Hey uh, listen to them
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say 'You're too much
Kris'
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...
With rhyme after rhyme I win
The Mac The Mac
Nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin'
They layin' in the back and front
Keepin' the speakers pumpin'
The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get a warm
And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform
You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe
Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be
So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles
You can get the finger... the middle
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris
Hey, yo Kris kick it first
You know it's sto it's sto
Peepin at my rhymes it's dope it's dope
And for you there's know call my name what?
The Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out
Catchin' all the ladies
The age I be I should be playin with toys
Instead I put my hand into make you make noise
That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and
I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man
I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
And there ain't another brotha bad as me
When I let go
Somethin' from the ghetto
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun
Showin' suckas how it's done
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 3
times)
Yea, now you all know
What's up?
And the Mac to all that
Yea. we gonna kick one more verse for you all
So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say 'You're too much
Kris'
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...
With rhyme after rhyme I win
I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
And there ain't another brotha bad as me
When I let go
Somethin' from the ghetto
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun
Kris Kross show 'em how it's done
Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 6
times)
Hey yo, here's a real scoop, homie Loc
Them fools around my way gettin' high off gun smoke
And I ain't talkin' about the high like Indo
The kind of high that make you call your kinfolks
And tell Loc, Johnny's dead
A fourteen year old kid put a nine to his head
All because he wanted that gear he was sporting
Gimme that while you're at it, gimme them Jordans
Johnny tryin' to jet, homie wasn't hearing that
Johnny tryin' to run and got gatted in the back
Now tell me what happens to the way things used to be?
'Cause in this game, there'll be no future, G
When will all of y'all learn
That if you're playing with fire too long, you're bound to get burned
This ain't a small thing I'm addressing
It's a big thing, take it from the daddy as a lesson
Shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame alright
Shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a
It's a shame, the way this thing goes down
How one lay you down just to show he don't play around
He goes to sleep with a head full of anger
And wakes up involved in a child's gang banger
I'm talkin' about a tisket, a tasket
Not knowing next day he'll be laying in the casket
So what you think of that, son?
In the arcade they playin', the games ain't fun
Something like Pac-man
Same name but the game as you put it in the sack
And running to the next board
And gat down the fools standing in the way of the door
There's no board and no points
And in this game, then he saw Pac-man wants
The game that goes for always blowin'
Then you'll slip up and they'll smoke you
Shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, alright
Shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a shame
None of this exist with the word peace
(Brother)
You gotta do more than two fingers, man, please
Get a game that they gotta go by
Instead of 'Watch out quick, I send him to the sky'
There ain't nothing to be playin' with
So listen what I give and what I be sayin', kid
Take it from a kid's point of view
'Cause on my way to school, I'll be watching you
Big, big daddy in his caddy with all of his boys
It only had weeks, it's a joy
That's the first part, second part has havin' hard
But when you get count, you know how to restart
You gotta know how to watch your back
'Cause if you're slack, huh, you're going in the sack
I advise y'all all watch out or the game
'Cause the game ain't nothin' but a
Shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, alright
Shame, it's a shame
