(Mac Daddy)
It's like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1
No it don't stop, no it don't stop
It keeps on
Hummin' Cummin' Atcha
I gotcha caught up in this Mackadocious rapture
And you can't sleep and you can't eat
All you do is geek! Geek! Geek!
From the funk that I freak in your Jeep
(Daddy Mac)
Is it real?
(Mac Daddy)
Now you know it don't get realer than this,
The M.A.C. D.A.Double.D.Y
Taking you to total Bliss
And it don't stop and it don't quit
Servin' all them little fools for the 9 tres' Like this
(Daddy Mac)
Is that nigga that them niggas can't stay away from
I get Scum-dilly-diddy-dum-dum
Word up!
You study study living what you heard
But uh
You're wondering' if we've fallen off the curb
Alright
Well we maintain
The same thing we maintain
When we came
With Jump
Warm it up
And It's a shame
(Chorus)
I'm Real
So all the stuff that you pop needs to stop Cuz
I'm Real
It ain't my fault What I drop hits the top so just chill
And all the stuff that you pop needs to stop cuz
I'm real
And when I drop what I drop Niggas know the deal
(Daddy Mac)
They call me the real one
Like Cyprus Hill son
I think the funky funk freaks me and I get ill
I got a way to make you boogie I just do it with ease
Think you can get with me all get is these All you get is these and my
K-C-I-D my man in ya mouth
Mother done let them boys from the south in the house
Why's that?
Cuz I'm study study breakin them off
So why's that?
They ain't ready cuz they way too soft
(Mac Daddy)
Well make way for the Mac! For the Mac!
Pack Back scratcha back against them fools talking this and that
I hit em up
With the Boo-yow
And make them say
"Ooh Child"
Where did you get your framalamacadocious
Smooth style from
I know you want some
I know you want some
It's nothing but the bomb
Nothing but Da Bomb
And here it comes
See?
The Quicker Quicker Ripper
Dug it a lot
Bigger sets
The last time you heard me rhyme
So I figure
That I kick a dose of flows for those mo's
They try to play those games and act like they don't know
It goes
On and on til the break of dawn
Non-stop
Baby pop til the early morn
So why's that?
Cuz I'm study study breakin em off!
So why's that?
They ain't ready cuz they way too soft
And I'm real!
(Chorus, repeat 2x)
I'm Real
So all the stuff that you pop needs to stop Cuz
I'm Real
It ain't my fault What I drop hits the top so just chill
And all the stuff that you pop needs to stop cuz
I'm real
And when I drop what I drop Niggas know the deal
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Lyrics submitted by Miss Watkins.