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 n***a 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 sh** sounds)
So close your eyes as i mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times i'm
Not that b**h to be f**ed with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain't no thing b**h you know the routine
Either recite what i write or hold that a**
Cause ain't no seeing this g be hitting your a** 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 b**h (like) this b**h (right) sh**
(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 f**ed with is da brat with some gangsta sh**
I'm cappin any n***a 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 a** ho
How many b**hes do you that kick sh** like this b**h
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As i bust sh** n***as can't f** 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 n***as get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a f** about what n***as say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
Cause in '94 i be the wrong b**h to f** 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 n***a with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
n***as 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)