Da Brat F/ Mac Daddy (Kris Kross) - "Come And Get Some" lyrics

Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Now (I know you love how my shit sounds) Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down) 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast Either recite what I write or hold that ass (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow) Now (There I go there I go there I go) If you ain't down you best to get down quick Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit (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 fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit I'm cappin any nigga 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 ass ho No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with On, till I let them fools disperse It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke Off, tossed like a cloth I gives a fuck 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 bitch to fuck 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 nigga 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)