Kris Kross — Cant Stop The Bum Rush

HO! *screaming* What the hell do you think you're doin'? We takin' over things! Yo, what's up? What's up with these kids tryin' to bum rush my studio? Hey! Yo, get that fool outta here, punk! Ay yo, Kris, come on now I'm in the middle of the zone And all around the world it's the same old song When you're dealin' with the K to the chigga-chigga R To the I to the S, you're dealin' with the best I'm a brother with a skullcap I wear slack in the back and I'm all that Yes yes y'all, we're out to have a ball Kris Kross never lost or ever had to take a fall Rippin', flippin', whippin' like crazy And all them toe-tappin' punks don't amaze me It's making your girlfriend blush C & C is on a rampage, and you can't stop the bum rush Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah I'm the Mac Daddy, as cool as they come I do what I gotta and clowns get none So you can back up off me And stop tryin' to play me like Mister Softee Cuz I'm the mac and that's how it is I be doin' things never seen done by kids I like to rip and whip and flip the rhyme A thousand times to where it blows your mind See me? Huh! I can't go for the okeedoke And I can't be faded In other words... Suckas, you can't stop the bum rush! Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah Come on! Uh! Daddy Mac is steppin' still MCs sweatin' me, and I need to chill Cuz of the way I put your body to work Make you get on the floor and do the eerk and jerk Two little brothers with a swing Totally Krossed Out, wearing dreads and ain't tryin' to sing I won every one and I never lost So put a stamp on it, and back up off me Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah Kris Kross in the house for the 90s Comin' straight out of Ruffhouse, suckas!