Lyric The Mack Daddy On The Left

(Play it for me)
(Kick it!)
(The mic men are back okay)
DE LA SOUL:
Girls girls girls girls
These girls I do adore
Walking down the street watchin ladies
Aaow watchin ...
MASE:
Hold up hold up let s give it to the Mack Daddy
over to the left...
JEFF:
Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack
A moo moo moo a jumping jack
Rock this is brain now I m one step over
Respect your parents, they re pushovers
Chasing my fun like the IRS
My girl s too young to have big breasts
For a good time we chill by the mall
I tell her tales, some small some tall
Why, how you got peanuts, pecans,
I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand
I have a curfew, she says to me
I ll take you home, look hon, you ll see
The deed was done and I thought to myself
Jeff, you re the mack and no-one else
(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz
Kids of the new biz for you
Don t try to solve it, just involve yourself
In this deadly De La dialogue
Yo, I smell black fog
POS:
That s right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of
this
sector. This is De La Soul
wax!
MASE:
So wait until your own piece of wax come out!
LUCKY:
Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song? And if
he
do, will he have the
decency to
change his name to a suitable public speaker? Yo, I don t know, but
bring in that funky
astronomical piano
For this is the take-off man Luck signing off