Mack Daddy

Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in yo' face, baby?
You better roll with the big mack, the man with the game.
Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance, you know what I'm sayin'? Won't you come over here and get some of this?
I'm rollin' to another neighborhood.
Me and my boys, up to no good.
Chasin' mini-skirts and the ride is packed,
Rollin' to a mall called C-Tax.
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 pops
But that's cool 'cause I'm mackin anyway,
And your female's my prey.
And I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D.
Sista we missed ya get with me.
And they comin runnin
They boyfriends' gunnin
The big boss is so cunnin!
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 yo' tricks
I'm the mack daddy
Yeah babe ain't no reason to beat ya
'Cause I'm the mack daddy
Steadily mackin
Kickin in a buffed up Lambourghini
If your female's proper, she gots to see me
Cause I'm the king of the rollout
Mack daddy is back, still runnin' my mouth!
I see a freak on the C-Tax strip
My Lambourghini brakes get grip
So I pull on up to the spot
I start frontin, cause I wanna get jocked
Topped 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 ya but I won't dance.
And what you laughin' at?"
All the girls start pointin at my hat
And I'ma giggle wid em
Cause I wanna get wid em
I don't hit 'em,
I just wanna stick 'em
So I pull a baby-girl to the side
She said she like my car, I said take a ride
So I flipped up the doors on the Countach
But gettin in a Lambourghini is hard
So I grabbed baby-girl by the rear-end
I thought she might need help gettin' in
So I closed tha door, And now ya know
Mack daddy is about to score
The girl said "Baby you can have me"
So I stopped at the 'tel..
'Cause I'm the mack daddy
All y'all gameless marks know
I'm the mack daddy
Yeah
I don't smoke no weed but I likes to G
I don't mean OG, I mean sex ba-by
Cause a brother like me don't date
I sling records and tapes
The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
Gettin brothers sprung like Ferrah Khan
And I'm scuffin my ladies pumps,
Cause in the back of my Benz I humps
I'm nasty, and proud
To hell with cool, I'm G and I'm loud
All the people at the hotel gets no rest
'Cause Mix-a-Lot bumpin that head-rest
She got booty for days
Other brothers is pullin up, but she ain't phased
Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
She's the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
I'm rollin, showin her off
And some fool tried to call me soft
He's in a one-nine-seven-two skinand Caddy
An old superfly mack daddy
So my girl stepped out and he tried to mack
But she ain't havin' that
Your game is weak, G, my girl I ain't slappin
I'm mackin, and rappin
I'm the mack daddy
Oh I'm the mack daddy
Always mackin
Come over here baby get some of this snake
So what's up? Was it good?