Kris Kross — Da Bomb Remix - The Explosive Mix

I drop bombs like Hiroshima I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) So you besta watch ya back I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac (Verse 1: Mac Daddy) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Well, here it comes! (Say what?) Here it comes It's the quicker gripper ripper Known to flip a script like it ain't notin' All ya MC's that dissed the M-A-Cs better duck an' Run an' hide cause it's too late to try to make it (right!) Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide Cause I ain't the one for that I ain't the one that slack I'm the Miggida-Miggida-Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack I don't care who you get or who ya wit' Just you won't be equipped to what it takes to break this krossed Out kid I've got dessorked out clout 'cause I'm dessorked out I'm bad type and if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about So lay your cards on the table cause I'm able to rock Whenever, where ever I still rocks the cradle Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little son-of-a-gun And in my eyes, you don't want none Cause on the mic I get dum-diddy diddy-dum So watcha back when I say here it comes I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) So you besta watch ya back I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac (Verse 2: Daddy Mac) But, can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Well, here it comes (Say what?) Here it comes (JD) Understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor We get our own on our own ain't askin for no favors We're true to what we do that's how we be So just rock with the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C (Daddy Mac) I betcha never thought you would here it like this (Huh?) Some funk for the trunk by this, named Kris (Word!) See, I ain't into the game I'm true to the gang I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swang Cause I'm a little rough neck Tiffy-tiffy tough neck Cause what gettin' 'nough respect And all those little punks talkin' junk bring it on Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes (Why?) Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun And in my eyes, you don't want none So watcha back or comments will starta runnin' And do-do on yourself when you hear the daddy comin' I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) So you besta watch ya back I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) And I'm called the Daddy Mac (Verse 3: Da Brat) But, can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Can I drop the bomb? (Drop the bomb!) Well, here it... (Say what?) Comes I'll be coming around the mountain' when I come droppin' a bomb Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get some So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack Walkin' away you're like the bottom of a door mat I didn't gain props cause I was a suckas daughter I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker I can pay Donny Mars in a bird in a sticky cage Give me 30-30 half-callibar half-gage And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about Test me out We're in the big part of in The Last Boyscout Scopin' them, like them niggas was in a haystack Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq You think you're dealin' with a weak boy step back Cause I'm comin' up like a Veteran on a Mac track I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) So you besta watch ya back I know you hear me comin' (Da Bomb) And I am what they call Da Brat!