Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's I was born to do.
So many I heard your rhymes But you can't touch I'm kickin the type of flavor makes ya say you're too Kris So feel the fire of the one they the Daddy the fire is what I and what I pack is real bad I like to grab a hold of your and never let go ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe) Now the state of mind I'm in, Huh with rhyme after I win
The (The Mack) ta break 'em off somethin and lay In a bed of funk keepin ya pumpin The miggada, miggada came to get it Wear my to the back, that's my
ya lil cream mack daddy wanna be keep cause a mack you'll never be So all of ya'll with them Doctor Suess you can get the ( ) the middle
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's I was born to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's I was born to do.
Caught you on the (the scope)! Peepin out my rhyme it's dope (it's dope)! And for you no hope My (is what)! Mack baby Totally krossed out all ladies the age I be I should be playin toys But instead I put my into makin ya make That's how I it that's my every day life and I rehearse to be as a knife man
I'm the wrong brother for suckers to be cause when I put my hand on a mic I it They me the D.A. double D.Y. M. A. C. there ain't another bad as me
When I (let go)! Something the (ghetto)! word A lil brother kickin rhymes ya never ever Daddy of them all shootin to like a gun showing how its done
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause what I was born to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.
So many times I heard rhymes But you can't this I'm kickin the type of that makes ya say too much Kris So feel the fire of the one they the Daddy the fire is what I pack and I pack is real bad I like to grab a of your soul and never let go Till ya do the hump and say (Hoe) Now the state of mind I'm in, Huh rhyme after rhyme I win I'm the brother for suckers to be messin cause when I put my on a mic I start it They call me the D.A. D.Y. M. A. C. there ain't another bad as me I (let go)! Something from the (ghetto)! word A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya ever Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun suckers how its
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris, I'm about to. that's what I was born to do. Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was to do. it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. I'm about to. 'Cause that 's I was born to do.