Come and Get Some

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 **** 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

One time, two times, three times, I'm

Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen

'Cause putting 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 west side flow)

If you ain't down, you best to get down quick

'Cause ain't another bitch (Like) this bitch (Right), shit

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 I know that you know that I know you gets none

But if you want some, come and get some

To be or not to be fucked with

Is Da Brat with some gangster shit

I'm capping any **** that step or disrespecting my clique

That be the crooked letter O, double that once more

Def and I have yet to speak on this badass ho

How many bitches do you know that kick shit like this bitch?

No nothers or others witness the racked wicked as I bust shit

**** 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 verse, verse after verse

It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke

Me and my pad locc up, I smoke up and **** get broke

(Off, tossed) Like a cloth

I gives a fuck about what **** say

How they walk, how they talk

'Cause to meet 'em, all needs to quit

'Cause in '94, I be's the wrong bitch to fuck with

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 I know that you know that I know you gets none

But if you want some, come and get some

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?

Sagging, all dressed in black

I'm the **** with them braids, shades, khakis, and pimp packs

Leaning to the side, peeping out the scene

**** on my dick 'cause I got green and I'm a fiend

To the microphone, which I'm known to rock

Banging till the boogie end, boogie till my hip pop

I know you still feel

The devastation of my lyrics, so please kneel

To the king that I may very be

The Mac-a-docious, A-town player, the M-A-C

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 I know that you know that I know you gets none

But if you want some, come and get some