That Y'all (Album Version)

Changed my mind man. "Makin moves y'all." Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough Gotta keep my flow Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough Peace to Brentwood Town Shipment I'm smoother than that Lex your whipping With the rack and pinion And Firelli tires that be gripping Sometimes I wonder if MC's really know Mack's eternal bought to burn you While in ten feet, of snow I grab the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya I got funk with the bass and soul Cause I've been rockin on the mic since nine years old And I can groove with that, stupid fat Rhymers when you're soupin that MC's catch a headache And find where some Nuprin's at I'm on the case like Magnum P.I., F.B.I. Lookin for a man with the reason why And it'll cost more than Lee Majors To fix MC's after I kicks my flavor Puff and Puff and blow the House down Is what the Mack do whenever I get down Gettin down, boyeee (get down) One two, Mack man's in full effect Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough Move with the funk Cause we makes the moves on down Kick the funk, hahhhh. boyeee I'm like the greatest rapper, known to man Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon) And you can try to, write a rhyme-a But the pace that I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer) Do you want to pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh) That'll leave you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH) Mack's engagin, extra blazin Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin) Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what) Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin on my zipper I want to know who's been naughty or nice With the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah) I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell em Mack (tell em) I got Bad Boy as my back (that's right) As we kick on the funk called MC subtract Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon) Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new craze boyeee Mack the dope (one two) We break all of the funk on down (yeah) Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough Mo Bee, make it. Bustin out, in the House Makin moves, with the flavor One two, as we get busier We gon' get like this Come on everybody, let's all get down Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!) Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see) I don't feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor That I got a rhyme for in my top dresser Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon) It's this man's turn to earn Since my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon) And MC's are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a Smoke fatter than the Ayatollah Can't nuttin ever stop the Craig Mack plans To grab MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier) Like I said before, here comes the Mack Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics As we get busier In nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor Gotta get the cash gotta get the dough