Lyric Come And Get Some
featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross)
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 nigga 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 shit sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I m
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain t no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain t no seeing this G be hitting your ass 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 bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
(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 fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I m cappin any nigga 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 ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can t fuck 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 niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet em y all needs to quit
Cause in 94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck 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 nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas 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)
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 nigga 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 shit sounds)
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
1 time 2 times 3 times I m
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
Cause puttin it down ain t no thing bitch you know the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain t no seeing this G be hitting your ass 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 bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit
(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 fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
I m cappin any nigga 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 ass ho
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked
As I bust shit niggas can t fuck 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 niggas get broke
Off, tossed like a cloth
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
Cause to meet em y all needs to quit
Cause in 94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck 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 nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs
Leanin to the side peepin out the scene
Niggas 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)
