(feat. Mr. Black)



[Chris Kelly]

Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!)

A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the South

When I bust, and I do frequently

I see niggas in careers trying to get with me

Now no longer am I small

See got me a ballme of women, huh I keep 'em wall to wall

See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy)

But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me

Over age, never under

Wonder in the words of Aaliyah, Age Ain't Nuthin' But A Number

So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes

Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go

They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major

Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager

Asking for favors that I don't do

That's for a nigga in love, all I'm doing is mackin' you



[Chorus]

Mackin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it (do it)

Mackin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)

Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack



Mackin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it (do it)

Mackin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)

Now tell me whose the mack



[Chris Smith]

Now I ain't got no big hat or a Caddilac

I push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap (say what?)

I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck

For when I wanna get wet

I tell Chris all the time I more of a mack than he is

And it's been this way since we was real little kids

I, got women saying 'baby tie me up'

I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff

Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where

A light skin-ded nigga with real long hair

Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros

No matter what, I'm fresh head to toe

So who's the mack?, daddy mack

Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back

From these, player haters trying to salt my game

And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing



[Drunk guy sample]

You know what I mean?,(?), ain't no need to bullshit

These niggas in love, You know what I mean?

Talking about how fast(?)

There ain't no players, I'm drunk now, You know what I mean?

I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but I'm cool (I know)....

(The rest is unintelligeble to me)

You what I mean?



[Kris Kross]

Now tell me who's the mack



[Mr. Black]

Mr. Black, and we can do whatever

Flossin' in the Benz, decked out in the leather

Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne

And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing

My aim, to control

Mind, body and soul

Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow

Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'

Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in'

Yeah we puffing real La

Laid back to the funk flows I prescribed

I could write a thesis on the dime pieces

Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your nieces

Mack daddy forte, when I'm flossin with the double K

Got all these broads showing us where they stay

Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me

Being a mack ain't easy



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