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 you 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 pack and what I pack 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

You know it's sto it's sto

Peepin at my rhymes it's dope it's dope

And for you there's know call my name what?

The Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out

Catchin' all the ladies

The age I be I should be playin with toys

Instead I put my hand 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 that sucks to be messin' with

Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it

They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C

And there ain't another brotha bad as me

When I let go

Somethin' from the ghetto

Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun

Showin' suckas how it's done

Warm it up Kris I'm about to

Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do Yea, now you all know

What's up?

And the Mac to all that

Yea. we gonna kick one more verse for you all

So many times I heard you 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 pack and what I pack 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

I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with

Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it

They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C

And there ain't another brotha bad as me

When I let go

Somethin' from the ghetto

Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun

Kris Kross show 'em how it's done

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