Mackin' Ain't Easy Lyrics
| Song | Mackin' Ain't Easy |
| Artist | Kris Kross |
| Album | Young, Rich & Dangerous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dupri, Mr. Black | |
| Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!) | |
| A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the | |
| South When | |
| I bust, and | |
| I do frequently | |
| I see niggas in careers trying to get with me | |
| Now no longer am | |
| I small See got me a ballme of women, huh | |
| I keep 'em wall to wall | |
| See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy) | |
| But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me | |
| Over age, never under | |
| Wonder in the words of | |
| Aaliyah, Age | |
| Ain't Nuthin' | |
| But A Number | |
| So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes | |
| Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go | |
| They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major | |
| Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager | |
| Asking for favors that | |
| I don't do | |
| That's for a nigga in love, all | |
| I'm doing is mackin' you [Chorus] | |
| Mackin' ain't easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it (do it) | |
| Mackin' ain't easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it) | |
| Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack | |
| Mackin' ain't easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it (do it) | |
| Mackin' ain't easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it) | |
| Now tell me whose the mack [Chris Smith] | |
| Now I ain't got no big hat or a | |
| Caddilac I push a drop-top | |
| Benz and a baseball cap (say what?) | |
| I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck | |
| For when I wanna get wet | |
| I tell Chris all the time | |
| I more of a mack than he is | |
| And it's been this way since we was real little kids | |
| I, got women saying 'baby tie me up' | |
| I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff | |
| Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where | |
| A light skin-ded nigga with real long hair | |
| Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros | |
| No matter what, | |
| I'm fresh head to toe | |
| So who's the mack?, daddy mack | |
| Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back | |
| From these, player haters trying to salt my game | |
| And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing [Drunk guy sample] | |
| You know what | |
| I mean?, [?] ain't no need to bullshit | |
| These niggas in love, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Talking about how fast [?] | |
| There ain't no players, | |
| I'm drunk now, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but | |
| I'm cool (I know).... (The rest is unintelligeble to me) | |
| You what I mean? [Kris Kross] | |
| Now tell me who's the mack [Mr. Black] | |
| Mr. Black, and we can do whatever | |
| Flossin' in the | |
| Benz, decked out in the leather | |
| Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne | |
| And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing | |
| My aim, to control | |
| Mind, body and soul | |
| Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow | |
| Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin' | |
| Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' | |
| Crystal-in' | |
| Yeah we puffing real | |
| La Laid back to the funk flows | |
| I prescribed | |
| I could write a thesis on the dime pieces | |
| Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when | |
| I grab your nieces | |
| Mack daddy forte, when | |
| I'm flossin with the double | |
| K Got all these broads showing us where they stay | |
| Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me | |
| Being a mack ain't easy [Static noise] |
| zuo ci : Dupri, Mr. Black | |
| Now I' m known to rock a party, and turn a party out ho! | |
| A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the | |
| South When | |
| I bust, and | |
| I do frequently | |
| I see niggas in careers trying to get with me | |
| Now no longer am | |
| I small See got me a ballme of women, huh | |
| I keep ' em wall to wall | |
| See cause mackin' ain' t easy easy | |
| But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me | |
| Over age, never under | |
| Wonder in the words of | |
| Aaliyah, Age | |
| Ain' t Nuthin' | |
| But A Number | |
| So I takes ' em, shakes ' em, show ' em the ropes | |
| Let ' em get a little taste and then they never let go | |
| They say Daddy Daddy, they call me, it gets major | |
| Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager | |
| Asking for favors that | |
| I don' t do | |
| That' s for a nigga in love, all | |
| I' m doing is mackin' you Chorus | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it | |
| Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it | |
| Now tell me whose the mack Chris Smith | |
| Now I ain' t got no big hat or a | |
| Caddilac I push a droptop | |
| Benz and a baseball cap say what? | |
| I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck | |
| For when I wanna get wet | |
| I tell Chris all the time | |
| I more of a mack than he is | |
| And it' s been this way since we was real little kids | |
| I, got women saying ' baby tie me up' | |
| I got ' em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff | |
| Now with me it' s like the old days ain' t gone no where | |
| A light skinded nigga with real long hair | |
| Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros | |
| No matter what, | |
| I' m fresh head to toe | |
| So who' s the mack?, daddy mack | |
| Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back | |
| From these, player haters trying to salt my game | |
| And snatch my hoes, it ain' t a possible thing Drunk guy sample | |
| You know what | |
| I mean?, ? ain' t no need to bullshit | |
| These niggas in love, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Talking about how fast ? | |
| There ain' t no players, | |
| I' m drunk now, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? I' m kinda, I know, I know, but | |
| I' m cool I know.... The rest is unintelligeble to me | |
| You what I mean? Kris Kross | |
| Now tell me who' s the mack Mr. Black | |
| Mr. Black, and we can do whatever | |
| Flossin' in the | |
| Benz, decked out in the leather | |
| Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne | |
| And I' ll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing | |
| My aim, to control | |
| Mind, body and soul | |
| Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow | |
| Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin' | |
| Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' | |
| Crystalin' | |
| Yeah we puffing real | |
| La Laid back to the funk flows | |
| I prescribed | |
| I could write a thesis on the dime pieces | |
| Gotcha on her, didn' t flaunt, when | |
| I grab your nieces | |
| Mack daddy forte, when | |
| I' m flossin with the double | |
| K Got all these broads showing us where they stay | |
| Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me | |
| Being a mack ain' t easy Static noise |
| zuò cí : Dupri, Mr. Black | |
| Now I' m known to rock a party, and turn a party out ho! | |
| A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the | |
| South When | |
| I bust, and | |
| I do frequently | |
| I see niggas in careers trying to get with me | |
| Now no longer am | |
| I small See got me a ballme of women, huh | |
| I keep ' em wall to wall | |
| See cause mackin' ain' t easy easy | |
| But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me | |
| Over age, never under | |
| Wonder in the words of | |
| Aaliyah, Age | |
| Ain' t Nuthin' | |
| But A Number | |
| So I takes ' em, shakes ' em, show ' em the ropes | |
| Let ' em get a little taste and then they never let go | |
| They say Daddy Daddy, they call me, it gets major | |
| Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager | |
| Asking for favors that | |
| I don' t do | |
| That' s for a nigga in love, all | |
| I' m doing is mackin' you Chorus | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it | |
| Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it | |
| Mackin' ain' t easy | |
| But somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it | |
| Now tell me whose the mack Chris Smith | |
| Now I ain' t got no big hat or a | |
| Caddilac I push a droptop | |
| Benz and a baseball cap say what? | |
| I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck | |
| For when I wanna get wet | |
| I tell Chris all the time | |
| I more of a mack than he is | |
| And it' s been this way since we was real little kids | |
| I, got women saying ' baby tie me up' | |
| I got ' em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff | |
| Now with me it' s like the old days ain' t gone no where | |
| A light skinded nigga with real long hair | |
| Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros | |
| No matter what, | |
| I' m fresh head to toe | |
| So who' s the mack?, daddy mack | |
| Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back | |
| From these, player haters trying to salt my game | |
| And snatch my hoes, it ain' t a possible thing Drunk guy sample | |
| You know what | |
| I mean?, ? ain' t no need to bullshit | |
| These niggas in love, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Talking about how fast ? | |
| There ain' t no players, | |
| I' m drunk now, | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? I' m kinda, I know, I know, but | |
| I' m cool I know.... The rest is unintelligeble to me | |
| You what I mean? Kris Kross | |
| Now tell me who' s the mack Mr. Black | |
| Mr. Black, and we can do whatever | |
| Flossin' in the | |
| Benz, decked out in the leather | |
| Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne | |
| And I' ll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing | |
| My aim, to control | |
| Mind, body and soul | |
| Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow | |
| Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin' | |
| Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' | |
| Crystalin' | |
| Yeah we puffing real | |
| La Laid back to the funk flows | |
| I prescribed | |
| I could write a thesis on the dime pieces | |
| Gotcha on her, didn' t flaunt, when | |
| I grab your nieces | |
| Mack daddy forte, when | |
| I' m flossin with the double | |
| K Got all these broads showing us where they stay | |
| Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me | |
| Being a mack ain' t easy Static noise |
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