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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 4:08 | 
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Uh, well, this is how nice and smooth it is
Hey uh, listen to them Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris" So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win The Mac The Mac Nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin' They layin' in the back and front Keepin' the speakers pumpin' The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get a warm And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles You can get the finger... the middle Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris Hey, yo Kris kick it first You know it's sto it's sto Peepin at my rhymes it's dope it's dope And for you there's know call my name what? The Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out Catchin' all the ladies The age I be I should be playin with toys Instead I put my hand into make you make noise That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C And there ain't another brotha bad as me When I let go Somethin' from the ghetto Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun Showin' suckas how it's done Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 3 times) Yea, now you all know What's up? And the Mac to all that Yea.. we gonna kick one more verse for you all So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris" So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C And there ain't another brotha bad as me When I let go Somethin' from the ghetto Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun Kris Kross show 'em how it's done Warm it up Kris I'm about to Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 6 times) Warm it up Kris (repeat 13 times) |
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| 4. |
| 2:58 |
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| 5. |
| 4:02 |
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Party time
Okay, party people in the house Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party I was at this club, this place called Roy's I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys There were hands swingin', people singin' and others on the wall Disco lights blinkin' and people big and small Security finally caught me, talkin' 'bout "Son you're kinda young" I said, "Beat this Mr. Officer I'm just trying to have some fun" Now on my way out, this girl said, "Whuddup shorty?" I broke away from the officer and then said, "Girl, it's time to party" You know Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Next I went to a club to see what he said I was missin' Snuck through the back door, it was like "Yeah, I can get with this" A whole bunch of cuties surrounded by a bunch of moles With dreadlocks, bell bottoms and a couple wearing Afros Now I was Krossed Out, totally fly to the T Getting all the girlies then I got caught by security He grabbed me up and said, "Yo, I just kicked out your friend And I don't want to see you and him around here ever again trying out" Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Okay party people in the house Okay party people in the house Yeah, part One night we both decided that we would go together Totally Krossed Out, into more Krossed Out leather Now I was lookin' fly from head to toe And all we both could think about was reaching the back door We were lookin' diggy diggy doe ready to rock You know? But when got to the back door Oh, the back door shouldn't have be locked Now Kris was getting mad, but I had other thoughts Of ways of getting in, When I was getting caught So we could Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah |
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| 9. |
| 2:56 |
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| 10. |
| 2:23 |
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| 11. |
| 2:59 |
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[Kris Kross]
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. I missed the bus.. [Verse 1] I went to bed late but I didn't think late would EFFECT ME Early came around then late wouldn't LET ME Wake up - WAKE UP - so I can get dressed I guess my body was mad 'cause I gave it no rest And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00 Jumped in the shower and I know I was late Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni' And said to myself if I miss school I'm ruined But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS Now I'm hopin to myself everything is cool Standin on my block like a fool But (1) I'm all alone and (2) the bus is gone (3) if I miss school this weekend I'll be at home Can somebody come real fast to my rescue I'm stuck at the crib and I don't know what to do [Chorus: repeat 2x] I missed the bus [ohh] I missed the bus I missed the bus [ohh] And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again [verse 2] I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down Thinkin I could chill 'til the time came around And I did - HE DID - but a little too long Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door And I chased the bus 'til my feet was sore On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn't catch up I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted Scuffed up my sneakers and I'm really disgusted And when I got to school it was the same old thing Stepped in the class and the school bell rang It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win I learned to never miss my bus again [Chorus] |
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| 13. |
| 4:10 |
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Party time
Okay, party people in the house Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party I was at this club, this place called Roy's I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys There were hands swingin', people singin' and others on the wall Disco lights blinkin' and people big and small Security finally caught me, talkin' 'bout "Son you're kinda young" I said, "Beat this Mr. Officer I'm just trying to have some fun" Now on my way out, this girl said, "Whuddup shorty?" I broke away from the officer and then said, "Girl, it's time to party" You know Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Next I went to a club to see what he said I was missin' Snuck through the back door, it was like "Yeah, I can get with this" A whole bunch of cuties surrounded by a bunch of moles With dreadlocks, bell bottoms and a couple wearing Afros Now I was Krossed Out, totally fly to the T Getting all the girlies then I got caught by security He grabbed me up and said, "Yo, I just kicked out your friend And I don't want to see you and him around here ever again trying out" Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Okay party people in the house Okay party people in the house Yeah, part One night we both decided that we would go together Totally Krossed Out, into more Krossed Out leather Now I was lookin' fly from head to toe And all we both could think about was reaching the back door We were lookin' diggy diggy doe ready to rock You know? But when got to the back door Oh, the back door shouldn't have be locked Now Kris was getting mad, but I had other thoughts Of ways of getting in, When I was getting caught So we could Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah, party Oh, party, ah |
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| 14. |
| 5:11 |
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Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh Kris Kross is not having anything today As we stand there totally krossed out We commence to make you Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly A young loveable, hugable type of guy And everything is the back with a little slack And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin' And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that So when they ask to the rocks they believe that Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump I let myself knockin' knockin' I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin' The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C Ya you know me I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G In the mix I make ya take a step back They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard And none faking you can understyand every word As you listen to my cool school melody The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Now, the formalities of this and that Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack And for all ya'll sucks that don't know Check it out Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy Miggida miggida miggida Mac Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy I make you wanna Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times) Believe dat |
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