feat. Mac Daddy (Kris Kross)
  
  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)