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 n**** 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 s*** sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that b**** to be f***** with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing b**** you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that a**
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your a** 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 b**** (like) this b**** (right) s***
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
To be or not to be f***** with is Da Brat with some gangsta s***
I'm cappin any n**** 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 a** ho
How many b****** do you that kick s*** like this b****
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust s*** n***** can't f*** 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 n***** get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a f*** about what n***** say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
Cause in '94 I be the wrong b**** to f*** with
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
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 n**** with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
n***** on my d*** 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
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
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 n**** 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 s*** sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
Not that b**** to be f***** with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing b**** you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that a**
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your a** 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 b**** (like) this b**** (right) s***
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
To be or not to be f***** with is Da Brat with some gangsta s***
I'm cappin any n**** 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 a** ho
How many b****** do you that kick s*** like this b****
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust s*** n***** can't f*** 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 n***** get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a f*** about what n***** say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
Cause in '94 I be the wrong b**** to f*** with
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
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 n**** with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
n***** on my d*** 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
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