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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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) |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
[Kris Kross]
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. [Verse 1] I went to bed late but I didn't think late would EFFECT ME Early came around then late wouldn't LET ME Wake up - WAKE UP - so I can get dressed I guess my body was mad 'cause I gave it no rest And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00 Jumped in the shower and I know I was late Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni' And said to myself if I miss school I'm ruined But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS Now I'm hopin to myself everything is cool Standin on my block like a fool But (1) I'm all alone and (2) the bus is gone (3) if I miss school this weekend I'll be at home Can somebody come real fast to my rescue I'm stuck at the crib and I don't know what to do [Chorus: repeat 2x] I missed the bus [ohh] I missed the bus I missed the bus [ohh] And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again [verse 2] I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down Thinkin I could chill 'til the time came around And I did - HE DID - but a little too long Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door And I chased the bus 'til my feet was sore On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn't catch up I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted Scuffed up my sneakers and I'm really disgusted And when I got to school it was the same old thing Stepped in the class and the school bell rang It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win I learned to never miss my bus again [Chorus] |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Da Bomb (1993)
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 "What I am is what I am is who I be" And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me Cool, cause dissin' and no pay They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day And all that love keeps me and Chris tight Long as we give some love back everything's alright. Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants, and some Nikes, G And yet more letters, and the letters sayin' "I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?" Yesssss..... I try to pass 'em my autograph I try to do as many as I can Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good Cause I'm down like four flat tires Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj. Showin' I can do right and not do wrong Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong And we ain't got no love for the side We only love those who love us back Right? Now people seem to think what I do is a blast Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash But they don't know Really know The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I was born to do Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride See, I ain't come out wack I come out right Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike It's the Daddy Mac Big thing Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill. Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind And it's alright |
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from Kris Kross - Da Bomb (1993)
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 "What I am is what I am is who I be" And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me Cool, cause dissin' and no pay They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day And all that love keeps me and Chris tight Long as we give some love back everything's alright. Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants, and some Nikes, G And yet more letters, and the letters sayin' "I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?" Yesssss..... I try to pass 'em my autograph I try to do as many as I can Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good Cause I'm down like four flat tires Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj. Showin' I can do right and not do wrong Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong And we ain't got no love for the side We only love those who love us back Right? Now people seem to think what I do is a blast Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash But they don't know Really know The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I was born to do Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride See, I ain't come out wack I come out right Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike It's the Daddy Mac Big thing Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill. Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind And it's alright |
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from Kris Kross - Young, Rich & Dangerous (1996)
[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 |
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from Kris Kross - Young, Rich & Dangerous (1996)
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. |
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from Kris Kross - Young, Rich & Dangerous (1996)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Young, Rich & Dangerous (1996)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Young, Rich & Dangerous (1996)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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) |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
[Kris Kross]
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. [Verse 1] I went to bed late but I didn't think late would EFFECT ME Early came around then late wouldn't LET ME Wake up - WAKE UP - so I can get dressed I guess my body was mad 'cause I gave it no rest And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00 Jumped in the shower and I know I was late Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni' And said to myself if I miss school I'm ruined But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS Now I'm hopin to myself everything is cool Standin on my block like a fool But (1) I'm all alone and (2) the bus is gone (3) if I miss school this weekend I'll be at home Can somebody come real fast to my rescue I'm stuck at the crib and I don't know what to do [Chorus: repeat 2x] I missed the bus [ohh] I missed the bus I missed the bus [ohh] And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again [verse 2] I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down Thinkin I could chill 'til the time came around And I did - HE DID - but a little too long Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door And I chased the bus 'til my feet was sore On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn't catch up I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted Scuffed up my sneakers and I'm really disgusted And when I got to school it was the same old thing Stepped in the class and the school bell rang It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win I learned to never miss my bus again [Chorus] |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Totally Krossed Out (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Jump (Extended Dance Mix) (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Jump (Extended Dance Mix) (1992)
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 |
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from Kris Kross - Jump (Extended Dance Mix) (1992)
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 |
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