| {DJ cut in the background from ATCQ + L.O.N.S. |
| Scenario
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| Makin moves y’all.}
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| Chorus: Puff Daddy (repeat 4X)
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| Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
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| Gotta keep my flow
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| Peace to Brentwood Town Shipping
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| I’m smoother than that Lex your whipping
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| with the rack and pinion
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| and Firelli tires that be gripping
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| Sometimes I wonder if MC’s really know
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| Mack’s eternal bought to burn you
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| while in ten feet, of snow
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| I grab the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba
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| With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya I got funk with the bass and soul
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| Cause I’ve been rockin on the mic since nine years old
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| And I can groove with that, stupid fat
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| rhymers when you’re soupin that
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| MC’s catch a headache
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| and find where some Nuprin’s at
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| I’m on the case like Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
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| lookin for a man with the reason why
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| And it’ll cost more than Lee Majors
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| to fix MC’s after I kicks my flavor
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| Puff and Puff and blow the House down
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| is what the Mack do whenever I get down
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| Gettin down, boyeee (get down)
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| One two, Mack man’s in full effect
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| Chorus: .75X + (rock on, rock on, rock on)
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| Move with the funk
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| Cause we makes the moves on down
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| Kick the funk, hahhhh. |
| boyeee
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| I’m like the greatest rapper, known to man
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| Got MC’s meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon)
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| And you can try to, write a rhyme-a
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| but the pace that I race’ll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
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| Do you wanna pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
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| that’ll leave you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH)
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| Mack’s engagin, extra blazin
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| Who’s you fazin? |
| Power Rangers ain’t more amazin (amazin)
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| Rhyme flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
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| Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin on my zipper
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| I wanna know who’s been naughty or nice
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| with the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
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| I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back
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| Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell em Mack (tell em)
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| I got Bad Boy as my back (that's right)
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| As we kick on the funk called MC subtract
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| Got flow for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c’mon)
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| Got the brand new funk, here’s the brand new craze boyeee
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| Mack the dope (one two)
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| We break all of the funk on down (yeah)
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| Mo Bee, make it.
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| Bustin out, in the House
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| Makin moves, with the flavor
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| One two, as we get busier
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| We gon’get like this
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| Come on everybody, let’s all get down
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| Got rhymes by the ton while you weighs a pound (whoo!)
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| Supercagafragalistic type of hyper MC
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| That be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see)
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| I don’t feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
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| that I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
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| (in your top dresser) Craig Mack, Bad Boy representin
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| Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
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| It’s this man’s turn to earn
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| Since my birth, a penny now is MC’s worth (c'mon)
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| And MC’s are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
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| Smoke fatter than the Ayatollah
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| Can’t nuttin ever stop the Craig Mack plans
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| to grab MC’s, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
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| Like I said before, here comes the Mack
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| Power-packed in black, to make you see mad graphics
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| (as we get busier) As we get busier
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| in nine-four with the funk that hits on the floor |