Come And Get Some-DaBrat

featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross) Verse 1 Da Brat (Mac Daddy) 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 ni**a 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 sh*t sounds) So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm Not that b**ch to be f**ked with or seen Cause puttin it down ain't no thing b**ch you know the routine Either recite what I write or hold that a** Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your a** with a blast Now (There I go there I go there I go) (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow) If you ain't down you best to get down quick Cause ain't another b**ch (like) this b**ch (right) sh*t (Hook) When your in the mood to flow let me know Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go So I know that you know that I know you gets none But if you want some come and get some (Verse 2) To be or not to be f**ked with is Da Brat with some gangsta sh*t I'm cappin any ni**a that step or disrespecting my click It be the crooked letta O double that once more Def and I have yet to speak on this bad a** ho How many b**ches do you that kick sh*t like this b**ch No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked As I bust sh*t niggas can't f**k with This bad mamma 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 and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke Off, tossed like a cloth I gives a f**k 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 b**ch to f**k with (Hook) (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy) 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 Saggin all dressed in black I'm the ni**a with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs Leanin to the side peepin out the scene Niggas on my dick cause I got green and 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 macadocious A-town player the M-A-C (Hook)