[Chris Kelly]
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Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!)
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A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the South
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When I bust, and I do frequently
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I see niggas in careers trying to get with me
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Now no longer am I small
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See got me a ballme of women, huh I keep 'em wall to wall
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See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy)
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But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me
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Over age, never under
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Wonder in the words of Aaliyah, Age Ain't Nuthin' But A Number
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So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes
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Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go
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They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major
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Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager
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Asking for favors that I don't do
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That's for a nigga in love, all I'm doing is mackin' you
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[Chorus]
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Mackin' ain't easy
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But somebody gotta do it (do it)
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Mackin' ain't easy
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But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
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Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack
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Mackin' ain't easy
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But somebody gotta do it (do it)
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Mackin' ain't easy
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But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
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Now tell me whose the mack
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[Chris Smith]
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Now I ain't got no big hat or a Caddilac
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I push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap (say what?)
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I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck
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For when I wanna get wet
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I tell Chris all the time I more of a mack than he is
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And it's been this way since we was real little kids
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I, got women saying 'baby tie me up'
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I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff
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Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where
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A light skin-ded nigga with real long hair
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Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros
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No matter what, I'm fresh head to toe
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So who's the mack?, daddy mack
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Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back
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From these, player haters trying to salt my game
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And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing
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[Drunk guy sample]
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You know what I mean?, [?] ain't no need to bullshit
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These niggas in love, You know what I mean?
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Talking about how fast [?]
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There ain't no players, I'm drunk now, You know what I mean?
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I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but I'm cool (I know)....
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(The rest is unintelligeble to me)
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You what I mean?
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[Kris Kross]
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Now tell me who's the mack
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[Mr. Black]
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Mr. Black, and we can do whatever
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Flossin' in the Benz, decked out in the leather
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Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne
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And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing
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My aim, to control
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Mind, body and soul
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Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow
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Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'
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Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in'
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Yeah we puffing real La
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Laid back to the funk flows I prescribed
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I could write a thesis on the dime pieces
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Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your nieces
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Mack daddy forte, when I'm flossin with the double K
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Got all these broads showing us where they stay
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Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me
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Being a mack ain't easy
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[Static noise]
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Mackin' Ain't Easy
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| Kris Kross |
