Mack Daddy

Mack Daddy. Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you In your face, baby? Mack Daddy. You better roll with the Big Mack, the man With the game. Mack Daddy. Got a big snake, all you gotta do is Make it dance, you know what I'm sayin'? Mack Daddy. Why don't come on over here and get some Of this. Mack, I roll into another neighborhood, Me and my boys up to no good. Chasin' mini-skirts and the ride is packed. Roll into a mall called SeaTac, SeaTac. Cruisin' and the cops don't like that. Round the mall once and don't come back. Four-door Rolls with the black exterior, Turbo Bentley, white interior. A Rolls Royce full of big black men in The suburbs messin' with citizens. Walkin' in the mall, look at how I spit. Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz. Big long starters, black low tops. Mack Daddy hat got me lookin' like props. But that's cool 'cause I'm mackin' anyway, and your Female's my prey. And I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D. Sister, we missed you, get with me. Come on. And they're comin', runnin', their Boyfriends gunnin'. The big boss is so cunning. Some of my homeboys hate me. They get a microphone, then they try to take Me. But you ain't slick sayin' what's up, Mix. Boy, I'm hip to your tricks. I'm the Mack Daddy. Mack Yeah, baby, ain't no reason to beef, y'all. 'Cause I'm the Mack Daddy. Mack Daddy. Deadly mackin'. Daddy. Mack, Mack Daddy, Mack. Kickin' in a bust-up Lamborghini. If your female's proper, she gots to see me. 'Cause I'm the king of the roll outs. Mack Daddy is back, still runnin' my mouth. I see a freak on the SeaTac Strip. My Lamborghini brakes gettin' grip. So I pull on up to the spot. I start frontin' 'cause I wanna get jocked. Dropped off the gas, whipped out my cash, And one girl starts to laugh. But I'm still smooth, and my game is on, So I make my move. Say, you in the white pants. I'ma step close to you, but I won't dance. And what you laughin' at? All the girls start pointin' at my hat. And I'ma giggle with 'em 'cause I wanna get With 'em. I don't hit 'em, I just wanna Stick 'em. So I pull baby girl to the Side. She said she like my car, I said take a ride. So we flipped up the doors on the Coupe Tied. But gettin' in a Lamborghini is hard. So grab baby girl by the rear end. I thought she might need help gettin' in, ha. So I close the door, and now you know Mack Daddy is about to score. The girl said, "Baby, you can have me." So I stopped at the tail. 'Cause I'm the Mack Daddy. Mack Daddy. All y'all gameless marks know I'm the Mack Daddy. Yeah. Mack Daddy, Daddy, Mack. I don't smoke no weed, But I likes to G. I don't mean OG, I mean sex, baby. 'Cause a brother like me don't date. I slang records and tape. The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American. Gettin' brothers sprung like Farrakhan. And I'm scufflin' my ladies' pumps, 'cause in the Back of my Benz I hunks. I'm nasty and proud. To hell with cool, I'm G-in' 'em loud. Other people at the hotel gets no rest, 'cause Mix-A-Lot's bumpin' them headrests. She got booty for days. Other brothers is pullin' up, but she ain't fazed. 'Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab. She's the kinda skirt a mack gotta have. Rollin', showin' her off, and some fool tried to Call me soft. He's in a 1972 Skinny K, a old Superfly Mack Daddy. So my girl stepped out and he Tried to mack, but she ain't havin' that, Ha ha. You see, your game is weak, G. My girl, I ain't slappin', I'm mackin' and rappin'. I'm the Mack Daddy. Uh. I'm the Mack Daddy. Always mackin'. I'm the Mack Daddy. Mack Come on over here, baby, get some of This snake. I'm the Mack Daddy. Mack Daddy. Mack Daddy. Mack, Mack Daddy, Mack. So what's up? Was it good?