Come And Get Some Lyrics

Come And Get Some lyrics

Verse 1 - Da Brat (Mac Daddy)

 Get down... ain't no room to mess around

 When Da Brat-tat-tat-tat's all up in your town

 I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back

 It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack

 Ta- dow now (I know you love how I put it down)

 Now (I know you love how my shit sounds)

 So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind

 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm

 Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen 

 Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine

 Either recite what I write or hold that ass 

 Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast

 Now (There I go there I go there I go)

 (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow)

 If you ain't down you best to get down quick 

 Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit

 

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 When your in the mood to flow let me know

 Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go

 So I know that you know that I know you gets none

 But if you want some come and get some

 

    (Verse 2)

 To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit

 I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click

 It be the crooked letta O double that once more

 Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho

 How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch

 No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked

 As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with

 This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's 

 On, till I let them fools disperse

 Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse

 It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke

 Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke 

 Off, tossed like a cloth

 I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk

 Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit

 Cause in '94  I be the wrong bitch to fuck with

 

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    (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy)

 Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in

 The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent

 For so very long

 But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on

 With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum

 Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb

 Saggin all dressed in black

 I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs

 Leanin to the side peepin out the scene

 Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend

 To the microphone which I'm known to rock	

 Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop

 I know you still feel

 The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel

 To the king that I may very be

 The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C

 

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