Da Brat: Come and get some

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)