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, wit' a blunt, never play in 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 One time, two time, three times I'm not that bitch to be fucked-with or seen 'Cause puttin' it down ain't nothin', bitch, you know the routine Either recite what I write or haul dat ass 'Cause ain't no seein' This G be hittin' yo' ass wit' 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 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 nothin', 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 It's Da Brat with some gangsta shit I'm cappin' any nigga that step or disrespectin' my clique It be the crooked-letter-O-double that once more 'Def and I have yet to speak on this badass hoe How many bitches do you know that kick shit like this bitch? No 'nothers, so others witness the wracked wicked As I bust shit niggas can't fuck wit' This bad mama-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 'n my pad loc-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 wit' When you're in the mood to flow, let me know 'Cause to me, it ain't nothin', 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 MAC's who I be, Kris Kross is who I represent for so very long But this time, I'm wit' Da Brat, and once again, it's on Wit' the K to the K (by the way), dum-di-di-dum Mister Mack-pack, now can I drop the bomb? Saggin', all dressed in black I'm the nigga with them braids, shades, khakis 'n pimp packs Leanin' to the side, peepin'-out the scene Niggas on my dick 'cause I got green 'n 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 mackadocious A-town playa', the MAC When you're in the mood to flow, let me know 'Cause to me, it ain't nothin', 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