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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)