Lyrics:

Party people, ha
Your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
That's right, y'all
We're not just rough, we're more than tough
And when it comes to rhymes, ha, ha
You, you had enough

[Chris Smith]
It's like this y'all (this y'all), that y'all (that y'all)
I'm the Daddy mac and I'm back, y'all (back y'all)
Bustin' routine like the niggas in the '80s
Krossed Out, no doubt, gettin' all the ladies
Pulsatin', dominatin' up above
Chillin' and I'm willin', gettin' nothin' but love

[Chris Kelly]
Creatin', devastatin' in the palce to be
It's the nigga that th niggas call the M-A-C
Big makin', never fakin', chillin' all of the time
Gold playin', rhyme sayin' and I gets mine

[Chris Smith]
I speak rap, not crap, I do not sing
You wanna show, let me know, just give us some ring
It's like that y'all (that y'all), I'm just keepin' it on
Mac Daddy, my man 'til the break of dawn, rock

[Chris Kelly]
I never hesitate to call you wack, if you're wack
Put a flat on your back for talkin' all that smack

[Hook]
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this

And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this

[Chris Kelly]
Take a, take a, take a stand, my man and I won't tip
'Cause I'm the real deal like Coke is it
And you won't find my name in the yellow page
'Cause the Mac always reach when they startin' to say
It takes two emcees (huh) and one DJ
We grab at least 50 G's when we play
So Daddy Mac (what up), my man, my mellow, my ace
Why don't you (yeah) get on the mic and cold rock the place

[Chris Smith]
My rock is hard (hard), you can't pull my card (card)
I'm the shining star (star), shining near and far (far)
Shining like the sun, shooting like a gun
Boo-ya-kah, boo-ya-kah, so you niggas better run
'Cause there emcees and emcees that play
We rock, shock the mic all night and day
So jump back, and feel the wrath of da bomb
Here it comes, here it comes, here it diddy come comes

[Hook]
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this

And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
And it don't stop, and it don't quit
Servin' all them little fools in the nine-tre like this

[Chris Kelly]
Word up!
Kris Kross puttin' it down for the nine-tre
Givin' the proper dues to the niggas from the old school
So you better believe that.
Peace