Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.
So many times I heard your But you can't this I'm kickin the type of flavor that ya say you're too much So the fire of the one they call the Mack the is what I pack and what I pack is real bad I like to grab a hold of your soul and let go ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe) Now that's the of mind I'm in, Huh with after rhyme I win
The (The Mack) Known ta 'em off somethin and lay In a bed of funk keepin ya speaker The miggada, miggada Mack to get it Wear my to the back, that's my
ya lil cream puff daddy wanna be dreamin cause a mack you'll never be So all of ya'll with them Suess riddles you can get the finger ( ) the
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause what I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. that 's what I was born to do.
Caught you on the (the scope)! Peepin out my rhyme it's dope (it's dope)! And for you no hope My (is what)! Mack baby Totally out catchin all ladies the age I be I should be playin toys But instead I put my head makin ya noise That's how I kick it my every day and I rehearse to be sharp as a knife man
I'm the brother for suckers to be messin cause when I put my on a mic I start it They call me the D.A. double D.Y. M. A. C. there brother bad as me
When I (let go)! from the (ghetto)! word A lil brother kickin rhymes ya never ever Daddy of them all to kill like a gun showing suckers how its
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. that's what I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.
So many times I your rhymes But you can't touch I'm the type of flavor that makes ya say you're too much So feel the fire of the one they the Daddy the fire is I pack and what I pack is real bad I like to a hold of your soul and never let go ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe) Now the state of mind I'm in, Huh with rhyme after I win I'm the brother for suckers to be messin cause when I put my on a mic I start it They call me the D.A. D.Y. M. A. C. there ain't brother bad as me When I (let go)! from the (ghetto)! word A lil brother kickin rhymes ya never ever Daddy of all shootin to kill like a gun showing how its done
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm about to. that's what I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was to do.