Kris Kross - Warm It Up Kris Lyrics
Uh well, this is how nice and smooth it isHey uh, listen to themWarm it up, Kris I'm about toWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris I'm about toSo many times I heard you rhymeBut you can't touch thisI'm kicking the type of flowThat makes you say, "You're too much Kris"So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac DadThe fire's what I pack and what I pack is real badI'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let goNever 'til they jump, 'til they say, "Hoo"Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huhWith rhyme after rhyme I winThe Mac, the Mac, nuff for breakin' 'em off somethin'They layin' in the back and front, keepin' the speakers pumpin'The miggida, miggida, miggida Mac came to get a warmAnd my pants to the back that's my everyday uniformYou little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabeKeep dreaming 'cause the Mac you will never beSo all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddlesYou can get the finger, the middleWarm it up, Kris I'm about toWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris I'm about toWarm it up, Kris, hey, yo Kris, kick it firstYou know it's sto, it's stoPeepin' at my rhymes it's dope it's dopeAnd for you there's know call my name what?The Daddy Mac, baby, 'Totally Krossed Out'Catchin' all the ladiesThe age I be, I should be playin' with toysInstead I put my hand into make you make noiseThat's how I kick it that's my everyday lifeAnd I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, manI'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with'Cause when I put the mic in my hand, I start wreckin' itThey call me the D A double D Y M A CAnd there ain't another brotha bad as meWhen I let go somethin' from the ghettoWord, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heardDaddy of them all shootin' to kill like a gunShowin' suckas how it's doneWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris I'm about toYea, now you all know and the Mac to all that, what's up?Yea, we gonna kick one more verse for you allSo many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch thisI'm kicking, the type of flowThat makes you say, "You're too much Kris"So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac DadThe fire's what I pack and what I pack is real badI'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let goNever 'til they jump, 'til they say, "Hoo"Now that's the state of mind I'm in, huhWith rhyme after rhyme I winI'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with'Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' itThey call me the D A double D Y M A CAnd there ain't another brotha bad as meWhen I let go,Something from the ghetto word,a little brother Kickin' rhymes like you never ever heardDaddy of them all shootin to kill like a gunKris Kross show 'em how it's doneWarm it up Kris I'm about toWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, Kris 'cause that's what I was born to doWarm it up, KrisWarm it up, KrisWarm it up, Kris
