Kris Kross — The Way of Rhyme Live

(Intro 1: Scratched Samples) Totally Krossed Out, Totally Krossed Out Totally Krossed Out, Totally Krossed Out Totally Krossed Out, Who are these guys? Lil' boyz in da hood! Live and direct from Atlanta The Mac Daddy will make you, I wonder why are their clothes backwards? The Daddy Mac... The Daddy Mac will make you The Mac Daddy will make you... Look, look, there they are! It don't get no rougher than Kris Kross... Daddy Mac, Dad, Da, Daddy Mac Da, Da, Da, Daddy Mac Da, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Mac Da, Da, Da, Daddy Mac, Da Da, Daddy Mac Dad, Da Da, Daddy Mac, Mac, Mac , Mac, Mac Daddy Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy Mac Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy Mac Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy, Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy Mac, Mac Mac Daddy, Daddy Mac, Mac, Mac Daddy (Intro 2: Mac Daddy and Daddy Mac) When the downy towny towny town rocks to live Study, stop and keep the top, with a lot to give Nevertheless I stress that the Double K's are the best I get so many props they call me Daddypoppadopalis We ain' to go 'round like chucks This ain't the playground sound, it's the flavour that makes you JUMP! Yo Kris, Yo what's up? Right about now, let's tell 'em why we in the house Let's kick this thing off like, this! One to the Uhh, Two to the uhh, Three to the uhh Check it out! (Verse 1: Mac Daddy and Daddy Mac) I'm the quicker gripper ripper On a track like this The miggity-mac never slacks And I'm packing the gift I've got more flavor than Life Savers Every day I create Some of the wiggity-slyest rhymes That you ever heard from one I ain't the type to be slept on The type to be crept on And those who think I am can step on For every move you make I got a trick And my tracks got more kicks Than a Bruce Lee flick I like my pants to sag Make you say "Dag, uh! That little ... is so bad." The capital capital K's don't play, we amaze And make you move & groove In so many different ways 'Jump! Jump!' was the first episode To put you in the mode And let you know I flow (Hook: Mac Daddy Mac) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all) (Verse 2: Daddy Mac) Every everybody wants to know (what?!) Where I get my get my funky funky flow (Woah!) Straight from the ghetto and I'm fierce like a dragon Hat to the back and my pants keep saggin' Here I go again movin' your adrenaline Totally totally totally krossed out Can you comprehend? (Interlude) Wait a minute, drop a old school beat Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! (Verse 3: Daddy Mac) Tupa-tupa girl scooper, that's what I be Girl-stoppin', ghetto-talkin', it's the mac daddy (Bridge: Mac Daddy and Daddy Mac) I got a flow (You got a what?) I got a flow (FLOW!) I got a flow (You got a what?) I got a flow (FLOW!) (Verse 3 continued: Daddy Mac) On the playground I say now You won't see me swinging Skin tight clothes And you don't be singing Daddy don't do dat. Dad do rap So please don't get passed to the whack (LET IT GO!) (Bridge) I got a flow (You got a what?) I got a flow (FLOW!) I got a flow (You got a what?) I got a flow (FLOW!) I got a flow (You got a what?) I got a flow (FLOW!) I got a flow (You got a flow?) JUST LET IT GO! (Verse 5: Mac Daddy) Me bein' the mac means I'm all that I could do this and that And none of it ever comes out whack And never have you ever seen A MC this size this tough You might have seen some kids But they wasn't this rough I'm the type you don't want to touch Tangle or tamper with Your rhymes are doo-doo Like a two-day-old pampers, kid So spark off and tie Catch if I hit the do' And take your wiggida-whack Style to the sto' Yeah...