Warm It Up - Kris Kross

Uh, well, this is how nice and smooth it is 
     Hey uh, listen to them 
     Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
     Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do 
     Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
     Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do 


     So many times I heard your rhyme but you can't touch this 
     I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris" 
     So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad 
     The fire's what I'm packin and what I'm packin is real bad 
     I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go 
     Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo 
     Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh... 
     With rhyme after rhyme I win 
     The Mac The Mac 
     Nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin' 
     They layin' in the back and front 
     Keepin' the speakers pumpin' 
     The miggida miggida miggida Mac came to get a warm 
     And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform 
     You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe 
     Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be 
     So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles 
     You can get the finger... the middle 

     Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
     Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do 
     Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
     Warm it up Kris 

     Hey, yo Kris kick it first 
     I caught you on the scope The scope
     Peepin at my rhymes cuz it's dope it's dope 
     And for you those no hope, my name Is what? 
     Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out 
     Catchin' all the ladies 
     The age I be I should be playin with toys 
     Instead I put my head into make you make noise 
     That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and 
     I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man 

     I'm the wrong brotha for suckers to be messin with
     Cuz when I put the mike in my hand I start reckin it
     They call me D-A- double D-Y-M-A-C
     They ain't another n**** as bad as me
     When I let go something from the ghetto word
     Little brotha kickin rhymes like you never ever heard
     Daddy of then all shot to kill grab your gun
     Kris Kross show you how it's done