Trackmasters - The Mac Daddy (R.I.P Chris Kelly) lyrics

[Verse] All the girlies callin' me the M.A.C Daddy R.I.P to the Mac Daddy Everything to the back Cause everything else is whack You get jacked if you tryna act Like you squeezing gats style's different Old school we about that SSB we 'bout to drop the bomb out These rappers got me wrong They think I ain't sickest I'm the illest to ever pick up the mic Yes I k** it, straight flip it Let my pants sag I do not give a shiznit Everybody know it's gonna knock if I'm in it All these rappers tryna imitate, but they really cannot get it The flow, the image they can't represent it You mad? Like the Mac I'm bringing something that you never had The revival of the old school Yeah the golden era that's why, the mainstream runnin' in terror 'Cause they know the flow something that'll make a brother jump Get smacked in the back head of the head, if yo' clique front Like the boom diggity box boy you know my sh**, bump Talking all that sh** will get you, jumped Now formalities of this and that Is that I ain't coming off whack For y'all s**ers that don't know.. Check it out Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Some of them try but they can't! 'Cause I'm like the Miggity, Miggity, Miggity Mac Daddy 'Cause I'm like the Miggity, Miggity, Miggity Mac Daddy 'Cause I'm like the Miggity, Miggity, Miggity Mac Daddy 'Cause I'm like the Miggity, Miggity, Miggity Mac Daddy