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 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris I'm about to 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 Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh Never 'til they jump, 'til they say, "Hoo" 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 Keep dreaming 'cause the Mac you will never be You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe You can get the finger, the middle So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles 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' The age I be, I should be playin' with toys Catchin' all the ladies 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 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris I'm about to Yea, now you all know and the Mac to all that, what's up? 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, "Hoo" 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, word, a little brother Kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard Somethin' from the ghetto Kris Kross show 'em how it's done Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun 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 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up, Kris Warm it up, Kris Warm it up, Kris ... © HOUSE OF FUN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com