Jermaine Dupri - Warm It Up lyrics

Uh, well, will you listen to how smooth it is Hey, uh, listen to them [Hook] (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 [Verse 1: Mac Daddy] 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 ahold of your soul and never let go Do the jump, do the Hump and say "Ho!" Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win The Mac (The Mac) Known for breaking 'em off something They laying in the back and front keeping your speakers pumping The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get 'em warm And my pants to the back, that's my everyday uniform You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe Keep dreaming 'cause a Mac you will never be So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles You can get the finger... the middle [Hook 2X] Ay, yo Kris, kick it [Verse 2: Daddy Mac] I caught you on the scope (the scope) Peepin' out my rhymes that's this dope (it's dope) And for you there's no hope My name (is what?) Daddy Mac, baby Totally Krossed Out catching all the ladies The age I be I should be playing with toys Instead I put my head into making 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 brother for s**ers to be messing with 'Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wrecking it They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C And there ain't another brother bad as me When I (let go) something from the (ghetto), word A little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all, shooting the gift like a gun Showing s**ers how it's done [Hook 2X] Yeah, now you all know What's up? And the Mac's all that Yeah...we gonna kick one more verse for y'all [Verse 3] [Mac Daddy] 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 ahold of your soul and never let go Do the jump, do the Hump and say "Ho!" Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win [Daddy Mac] I'm the wrong brother for s**ers to be messing with 'Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wrecking it They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C And there ain't another brother bad as me When I (let go) something from the (ghetto), word A little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all, shooting the gift like a gun Kris Kross show 'em how it's done [Hook 2X] Warm it up, Kris (repeat until end)