[Intro: Daddy Mac]
(Break 'em off somethin')
Once again, it's on
Kris Kross, Totally Krossed Out
And with no doubt, we came here to—
[Chorus: Mac Daddy and Daddy Mac]
Uh rock-rock, y'all (Rock, y'all)
Uh, to the beat, y'all (Beat, y'all)
Keep on, and ya don't stop
Rock-rock, y'all (Rock, y'all)
Uh, to the beat, y'all (Beat, y'all)
Keep on, and ya don't stop
[Verse 1: Mac Daddy]
And when they said we went pop, they just poppin' junk
Wishin' that they had a "Jump"
That they could pop, move your set, move your neck and lay in your trunk
(Rough) If it ain't (Tough), nigga, it ain't me
My lyrics'll make D-E-A-D A-B-C, now who's a wanna-be?
Definitely not this little nappy-headed kid from Atlanta
Just scrap more flavors than Tropicana
With a lyrical thrust as I bust these rough rhymes
Whoever dissed the Kris can kiss where the sun don't shine
The double K's are back to amaze
Sharper than a machete's tip and highly praised
(Break 'em off somethin')
Once again, it's on
Kris Kross, Totally Krossed Out
And with no doubt, we came here to—
[Chorus: Mac Daddy and Daddy Mac]
Uh rock-rock, y'all (Rock, y'all)
Uh, to the beat, y'all (Beat, y'all)
Keep on, and ya don't stop
Rock-rock, y'all (Rock, y'all)
Uh, to the beat, y'all (Beat, y'all)
Keep on, and ya don't stop
[Verse 1: Mac Daddy]
And when they said we went pop, they just poppin' junk
Wishin' that they had a "Jump"
That they could pop, move your set, move your neck and lay in your trunk
(Rough) If it ain't (Tough), nigga, it ain't me
My lyrics'll make D-E-A-D A-B-C, now who's a wanna-be?
Definitely not this little nappy-headed kid from Atlanta
Just scrap more flavors than Tropicana
With a lyrical thrust as I bust these rough rhymes
Whoever dissed the Kris can kiss where the sun don't shine
The double K's are back to amaze
Sharper than a machete's tip and highly praised
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