Verse 1   Da Brat (Mac Daddy)
 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 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
 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm
 Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
 Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
 Either recite what I write or hold that ass
 Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass 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 bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit

 (Hook)
 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

 (Verse 2)
 To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
 I'm cappin any nigga 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 ass ho
 How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
 No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
 As I bust shit niggas can't fuck 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 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 with

 (Hook)


 (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy)
 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 nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
 Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
 Niggas on my dick 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

 (Hook