Mack Daddy

But gettin' in a Lamborghini is hard

Mack daddy hat got me lookin' like Pops
So I pull baby girl to the side
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm rollin' to another neighborhood
An' one girls starts to laugh
I don't smoke no weed, but I likes to G
But you ain't slip, sayin', “What's up Mix?”
I start frontin' 'cause I wanna get jocked
An' your females my prey

'Cause a brother like me don't date
'Cause I'm the Mack Daddy
All you all gameless marks know
I sling records an' tapes
So my girl stepped out an' he tried to mack
'Round the mall once an' don't come back
She got booty for days
Chasin' miniskirts an' the ride is packed
'Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
I thought she might need help gettin' in
A Rolls Royce fulla big black men

Turbo Bentley, white interior
My Lamborghini's brakes get grip
The man with the game
Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
Say, “You in the white pants

I see a freak on the SeaTac strip
But she ain't havin' that
I don't mean O.G., I mean sex, baby
If your females proper, she gots to see me
Me an' my boyz, up to no good

Topped off the gas, whipped out my cash
Gettin' brothers sprung like Farrakhan
Walkin' in the mall, looka how I spit

I don't hit 'em, I just wanna stick 'em
He's in a 1972 head Caddy
Comin', runnin', your boyfriends gunnin'
Four door Rolls with the black exterior

I'm the Mack Daddy

They get a microphone, then try to take me

I'm the Mack Daddy
A old superfly mack daddy
'Cause I'm the king of the roll outs
An' my game is on, so I make my move
Boy I'm hip to your tricks
An' I'm a giggle wit' 'em

Kickin' in a buffed up Lamborghini
She said she likes my car, I said take a ride

So I stopped at the tail 'cause I'm the Mack Daddy
But that's cool 'cuz I'm mackin' anyway
Come over here an' get some of this snake
'Cause Mix-A-Lot's bumpin' them headrests
Yeah, ain't no reason to beat ya
I'm the Mack Daddy

You see your game is weak, G
Other people at the hotel gets no rest
My girl, I ain't slappin', I'm mackin' an' rappin'
So I pull up on to The Spot
Yeah

I'm the Mack Daddy
The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
You better roll with the big mack
Some of my home boys hate me
An' what you laughin' at?”
'Cause I just wanna get wit' 'em
I'm a step close to ya, but I won't dance
Mack Daddy is about to score
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
The big boss is so cunnin'

All the girls start pointin' at my hat
Mack Daddy is back, still runnin' my mouth

An' I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D
But I'm still smooth
Cruisin' an' the cops don't like that

The girl said, “Baby, you can have me”
So I grabbed baby girl by the rear end
Big long starters, black low tops
Rollin', showin' her off
In the backa my Benz, I humps
She's the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
To hell with cool, I'm Gin' 'em loud
Steadily mackin'
An' some fool tried to call me soft
An' I'm stuffin' my ladies pumps
Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance
So I close the door an' now you know
I'm nasty an' proud

In the suburbs, messin' with citizens
I'm the Mack Daddy
Rollin' to a mall called SeaTac

Always mackin', I'm the Mack Daddy
Other brothers is pullin' up, but she ain't phased
Sista, we missed ya, get wit' me