Warm It Up (Extended Mix)

Uh! Huh, will you listen to how 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 ahold of your soul and never let go Do the jump, do the Hump, and say ("Ho!") Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win The Mac (The Mac) Known for breaking 'em off something They laying in the back and front keeping your speakers pumping The miggida-miggida-miggida Mac came to get 'em warm And my pants to the back, that's my everyday uniform You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe Keep dreaming 'cause a Mac you will never be So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles You can get the finger - the middle

Ay, yo Kris, kick it

I caught you on the scope (the scope) Peepin' out my rhymes that's this dope (it's dope) And for you there's no hope My name (is what?) Daddy Mac, baby Totally Krossed Out catching all the ladies At the age I be, I should be playing with toys Instead I put my head into making 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 brother for suckers to be messing with 'Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wrecking it They call me the D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C And there ain't another brother bad as me When I (let go) something from the (ghetto), word A little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all, shooting the gift like a gun Showing suckers how it's done

Yeah, now you all know (what's up?) And the Macs are all that (yeah) And we gonna kick one more verse for y'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 ahold of your soul and never let go Do the jump, do the Hump, and say ("Ho!") Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huh... With rhyme after rhyme I win

I'm the wrong brother for suckers to be messing with 'Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wrecking it They call me the D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C There ain't another brother bad as me When I (let go) something from the (ghetto), word A little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard Daddy of them all, shooting the gift like a gun Kris Kross show 'em how it's done

Warm it up, Kris (repeat until end)