(Chris Kelly)
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
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