Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy)
Get down... ain`t no room to mess around
When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat`s all up in your town
I`m in the front with a blunt never playing the back
It`s that new nigga on the block and I don`t slack
Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)
Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I`m
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain`t no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain`t no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
(With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)
If you ain`t down you best to get down quick
Cause ain`t another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
(Hook)
When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain`t no thing I`m always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
(Verse 2)
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I`m cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can`t fuck with
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it`s
On, till I let them fools disperse
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet `em y`all needs to quit
Cause in `94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
(Hook)
(Verse 3 - Mac Daddy)
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
The M-A-C`s who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
For so very long
But this time I`m with Da Brat and once again it`s on
With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
I`m the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I`m a fiend
To the microphone which I`m known to rock
Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I`m hip hop
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
To the king that I may very be
The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C
(Hook)
