Kris Kross

Party time
Okay, party people in the house

Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party
Ooh, party, ah, party

I was at this club, this place called Roy's
I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys
There were hands swingin', people singin' and others on the wall
Disco lights blinkin' and people big and small

Security finally caught me, talkin' 'bout "Son you're kinda young"
I said, "Beat this Mr. Officer I'm just trying to have some fun"
Now on my way out, this girl said, "Whuddup shorty?"
I broke away from the officer and then said, "Girl, it's time to party"
You know

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party

Next I went to a club to see what he said I was missin'
Snuck through the back door, it was like "Yeah, I can get with this"
A whole bunch of cuties surrounded by a bunch of moles
With dreadlocks, bell bottoms and a couple wearing Afros

Now I was Krossed Out, totally fly to the T
Getting all the girlies then I got caught by security
He grabbed me up and said, "Yo, I just kicked out your friend
And I don't want to see you and him around here ever again trying out"

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party

Okay party people in the house
Okay party people in the house
Yeah, part

One night we both decided that we would go together
Totally Krossed Out, into more Krossed Out leather
Now I was lookin' fly from head to toe
And all we both could think about was reaching the back door

We were lookin' diggy diggy doe ready to rock
You know?
But when got to the back door
Oh, the back door shouldn't have be locked

Now Kris was getting mad, but I had other thoughts
Of ways of getting in,
When I was getting caught
So we could

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah, party

Oh, party, ah, party
Oh, party, ah

[Jermaine Dupri] Shhhhhhhhh Kris Kross 95 Yeah Verse 1: [MACK DADDY and DADDY MACK] Who gotcha open, scopin out the track It's no other than the sounds of the Daddy Mack Still slackin back-packin up my turf Cause after me was a factor real worse at the worst Stompin, jumpin wanna-be's But ever however there's only one M A C (say what) Me and Daddy for the big picture Ways of gettin richer, mister quick to hit your sister I'm ballin in the Green County on chrome I slip brothers on the deck on my cellular phone I'm just loungin, leather, sound all around And a dip on the other end wanna put me down now No hesitation I hops to it See it ain't easy bein' a Mac but somebody gotta do it True it's, usually not represented right But I'm the M A C D A double D Y and tonight's the night Chorus 1: Tonight's the night Please, my whole crew makes g's Tonight's the night, baby, so blow up on these Tonight, tonight is the night Chorus 1 (repeat X1) Verse 2: [MACK DADDY and DADDY MACK] Tonight's the night I call up all the girls I used to go to school with fool with and all the niggas that I'm cool with Let em all know that my moms is gone And it will be tomorrow before she comes back home Ding-dong it's on, nigga say no more I'm with a truck full of women so just open the door Cause yo, we came here to party Get it crunk, get drunk and leave your house with somebody True that, so homies don't bring your main misses Cause it's real deal mackin when it comes to the Chris's And this could be your very last time seein her One look at me and you better believe that I be g'n her So come alone or don't come at all (why?) Cause it's real big pimpin at this playa's ball True it's, usually not represented right But with me it's all to the g and tonight's the night Chorus 1 (repeat X2) Tonight Tonight Tonight is the night Tonight Tonight is the night Get ready (for what) Tonight Gonna make this a night to remember (no doubt check it) Get ready (get ready) Tonight Gonna make this a night to remember

Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me rock than you know that I- live and die for the things I do slang I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. (2X)
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2

1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps'em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie.
I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious to the most brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.

Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the collar. Follow me cuz my dollars makin' more cents than common.
Robbin' you for your money and your diamonds endangerin' your species,
more like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin' plenty grass let it go and let Da Brat commence to be the baddest hoe.

Chorus

2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black

Nothin' but a C big party (twelve until) see I'm the daddy of the mack and at the top of world I chill keep real, my feela' work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin' way to keep'em pissed) my life I wouldn't tread it, to me it's nothin' better, wakin' up when I wanna sportin' Jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollin' wit' a clicc supa' thick and everybody gettin' well.

Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and I'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackin' those actin', tough as Tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked N's seventeen's on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won die.

Chorus

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ Someone tell me......... we got it goin' on...... I'm tellin' y'all (it's that SoSo Def)

3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri

I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, I run game like my name was John Gaddy, hittin' hookshots like Vlade and niggas around my way call me little Liberace.
A lady lover like no other and I be lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover now who keep it hot? (We Do.)
See So So def ain't nothin' but a fool ass crew.

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

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

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

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?

Now tell me who's the mack

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

Notorious B.I.G. sample) x2

It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha
See ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha

Chorus:

Niggas in da street ain't right
Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life
And I never know when I gotta go so I stay strapped
Cause niggas they don't know how to act

Mack Daddy:

It's Monday night and I'm out
Chillin' with my girl, top down
500 SL pumpin' some sounds
Now me I'm in Versace from my head to toe
Lookin' for a place to go
So I can spend my dough
I found a spot, jumped out
My girl was hot, no doubt
And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about
Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit
And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip
I kept walkin', but all they did was follow
Tryin' to flex
Talkin' about ym girls titties
And the jewels around my neck
Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off
And I can see these little bustas
Tryin' to play me for soft
I heard "stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up
Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck"
I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind
But it's a waste of time cause I ain't got my nine
And these...

Chorus x2

Daddy Mack:

Now I done did all this work
So I can be the man
Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan
Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin'
Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me
Cause I'm flossin', hit the streets left and right
Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight
I heard somebody yell "112" that's the spot
So I hit the parking lot
Not thinkin' of gettin' got
Cause it's mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere
But niggas don't know how to act and they don't care
I heard "freeze" from these four niggas
That I knew, that I knew from back in grade school
I said "What's up?"
He said "What's up?" It's on
Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome
I said "Homes, you ain't even gots to trip
Cause I ain't even tryin' to die over materialistics"

Chorus x2

just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
somethin' real smooth
you can just ride to
tell me how you feel
here we go...
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac
See, the bell rang and I got my dash
Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin'
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin'
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac
I says

Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you

Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that

Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy

I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat

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 I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do

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 Hoooo
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh...
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
You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe
Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be
So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles
You can get the finger... the middle

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
Catchin' all the ladies
The age I be I should be playin with toys
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 I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 3 times)

Yea, now you all know
What's up?
And the Mac to all that
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 Hoooo
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
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
Kris Kross show 'em how it's done

Warm it up Kris I'm about to
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 6 times)
Warm it up Kris (repeat 13 times)