Lyric Mack Daddy
*SPOKEN*
Mack Daddy
Ain t you tired of that gameless mark smackin you in your face baby?
Mack Daddy
You better roll with the big mack the man with the game
Mack Daddy
Gotta big snake all you gotta do is make it dance you know what I m sayin
Mack Daddy
*RAP*
I m rollin to another neighborhood
Me n my boyz up to no good
Chasin miniskirts n the ride is packed
Rollin to a mall called SeaTac
Cruisin n the cops don t like that
Round the mall once n don t come back
Four-door Rolls with the black exterior
Turbo Bentley, white interior
A Rolls Royce fulla big black men
In the suburbs, messin with citizens
Walkin in the mall, looka how I spit
Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
Big long starters, black low tops
Mack daddy hat got me lookin like Pops
But that s cool, cuz, I m mackin anyway
N your females my prey
N I m callin out skirts like Chuck D
Sista we missed ya, get wit me
Comin , runnin, your boyfriends gunnin
The big boss is so cunnin
Some of my home boys hate me
They get a microphone, then try to take me
But you ain t slip, sayin what s up Mix?
Boy I m hip to your tricks
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain t no reason to bet ya
Cause I m the Mack Daddy
Steadily mackin
Mack Daddy
Kickin in a buffed up Lamborgini
If your females proper she gots to see me
Cause I m the king of the roll outs
Mack Daddy is back still runnin my mouth
I see a freak on the SeaTac strip
My Lamborgini s brakes get grip
So I pull up on to The Spot
I start frontin , cause I wanna get jocked
Topped off the gas, whipped out my cash
N one girls starts to laugh
But I m still smooth
N my game is on, so I make my move
Say, you in the white pants
I m a step close to ya, but I won t dance
N what you laughin at
All the girls start pointin at my hat
N I m a giggle wit em, cause I just wanna get wit em
I don t hit em, I just wanna stick em
So I pull baby girl to the side
She said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by the rear end
I thought she might need help gettin in
So I clos the do
N now you kno
Mack Daddy is about to sco
The girl said, baby you can have me
So I stopped at the tail
Cause I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
All you all gameless marks know
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yew
I don t smoke no weed, but I like to G
I don t mean O.G., I mean sex baby
Cause a brother like me don t date
I sling records n tapes
The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
Gettin brothers sprung like Farrakhan
N I m stuffin my ladies pumps
In the backa my Benz I humps
I m nasty n proud
To hell with cool, I m G in em loud
Other people at the hotel gets no rest
Cause Mixalots bumpin them headrests
She got booty for days
Other brothers is pullin up
But she ain t phased
Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
She s the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
Rollin , showin her off
N some fool tried to call me soft
He s in a one nine seven two skin head caddy
A old superfly mack daddy
So my girl stepped out n he tried to mack
But she ain t havin that
You see your game is weak, G
My girl, I ain t slappin , I m mackin
N rappin
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Come over here and get some of this snake
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Ain t you tired of that gameless mark smackin you in your face baby?
Mack Daddy
You better roll with the big mack the man with the game
Mack Daddy
Gotta big snake all you gotta do is make it dance you know what I m sayin
Mack Daddy
*RAP*
I m rollin to another neighborhood
Me n my boyz up to no good
Chasin miniskirts n the ride is packed
Rollin to a mall called SeaTac
Cruisin n the cops don t like that
Round the mall once n don t come back
Four-door Rolls with the black exterior
Turbo Bentley, white interior
A Rolls Royce fulla big black men
In the suburbs, messin with citizens
Walkin in the mall, looka how I spit
Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
Big long starters, black low tops
Mack daddy hat got me lookin like Pops
But that s cool, cuz, I m mackin anyway
N your females my prey
N I m callin out skirts like Chuck D
Sista we missed ya, get wit me
Comin , runnin, your boyfriends gunnin
The big boss is so cunnin
Some of my home boys hate me
They get a microphone, then try to take me
But you ain t slip, sayin what s up Mix?
Boy I m hip to your tricks
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain t no reason to bet ya
Cause I m the Mack Daddy
Steadily mackin
Mack Daddy
Kickin in a buffed up Lamborgini
If your females proper she gots to see me
Cause I m the king of the roll outs
Mack Daddy is back still runnin my mouth
I see a freak on the SeaTac strip
My Lamborgini s brakes get grip
So I pull up on to The Spot
I start frontin , cause I wanna get jocked
Topped off the gas, whipped out my cash
N one girls starts to laugh
But I m still smooth
N my game is on, so I make my move
Say, you in the white pants
I m a step close to ya, but I won t dance
N what you laughin at
All the girls start pointin at my hat
N I m a giggle wit em, cause I just wanna get wit em
I don t hit em, I just wanna stick em
So I pull baby girl to the side
She said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by the rear end
I thought she might need help gettin in
So I clos the do
N now you kno
Mack Daddy is about to sco
The girl said, baby you can have me
So I stopped at the tail
Cause I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
All you all gameless marks know
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yew
I don t smoke no weed, but I like to G
I don t mean O.G., I mean sex baby
Cause a brother like me don t date
I sling records n tapes
The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
Gettin brothers sprung like Farrakhan
N I m stuffin my ladies pumps
In the backa my Benz I humps
I m nasty n proud
To hell with cool, I m G in em loud
Other people at the hotel gets no rest
Cause Mixalots bumpin them headrests
She got booty for days
Other brothers is pullin up
But she ain t phased
Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
She s the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
Rollin , showin her off
N some fool tried to call me soft
He s in a one nine seven two skin head caddy
A old superfly mack daddy
So my girl stepped out n he tried to mack
But she ain t havin that
You see your game is weak, G
My girl, I ain t slappin , I m mackin
N rappin
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Come over here and get some of this snake
Mack Daddy
I m the Mack Daddy
