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)