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, wit' a blunt, never play in 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
One time, two time, three times
I'm not that bitch to be fucked-with or seen
'Cause puttin' it down ain't nothin', bitch, you know the routine
Either recite what I write or haul dat ass
'Cause ain't no seein'
This G be hittin' yo' ass wit' a blast
Now (there I go, there I go, there I go)
(With my funkdafied, funkdafied west-side flow)
If you ain't down, you best get-down quick
'Cause ain't another bitch like this bitch (right) shit
When you're in the mood to flow, let me know
'Cause to me, it ain't nothin', I'm always ready to go
Now, 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 fucked with
It's Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I'm cappin' any nigga that step or disrespectin' my clique
It be the crooked-letter-O-double that once more
'Def and I have yet to speak on this badass hoe
How many bitches do you know that kick shit like this bitch?
No 'nothers, so others witness the wracked wicked
As I bust shit niggas can't fuck wit'
This bad mama-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 'n my pad loc-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 wit'
When you're in the mood to flow, let me know
'Cause to me, it ain't nothin', I'm always ready to go
Now, 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 MAC's who I be, Kris Kross is who I represent for so very long
But this time, I'm wit' Da Brat, and once again, it's on
Wit' the K to the K (by the way), dum-di-di-dum
Mister Mack-pack, now can I drop the bomb?
Saggin', all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids, shades, khakis 'n pimp packs
Leanin' to the side, peepin'-out the scene
Niggas on my dick 'cause I got green 'n 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 mackadocious A-town playa', the MAC
When you're in the mood to flow, let me know
'Cause to me, it ain't nothin', I'm always ready to go
Now, I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some, come and get some
