Come and Get Some

It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke
For so very long
No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked

As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with

I'm cappin' any nigga that step or disrespecting my click
Leanin' to the side peepin' out the scene
Saggin' all dressed in black
When you're in the mood to flow let me know
Bangin' till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop
On, till I let them fools disperse
Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke
I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk
When you're in the mood to flow let me know
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in
I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back
I know you still feel
The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
The MAC's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent
One time two times three times I'm
With my funkdafied funkdafied west side flow
Now, there I go, there I go, there I go

To the microphone which I'm known to rock
Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse
But if you want some come and get some
'Cause ain't another bitch like this bitch right shit
With the K to the K, by the way, dum di di dum
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Now, I know you love how my shit sounds
But if you want some come and get some
Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen
'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go

Off, tossed like a cloth
'Cause puttin' it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine
This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's

It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack
'Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit
If you ain't down you best to get down quick
Niggas on my dick 'cause I got green and I'm a fiend
Now I know that you know that I know you gets none
Ta dow now, I know you love how I put it down
To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit
So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind
'Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with
The macadocious a town player the M A C
It be the crooked letta O double that once more
Now I know that you know that I know you gets none

Now I know that you know that I know you gets none
'Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on
To the king that I may very be
Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho

When you're in the mood to flow let me know

Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs