I’m Real (Radio Edit)

Lyrics

[Intro: Skeeta Rock, (Jermaine Dupri)] Hey! This is Skeeta Rock (G, huh!) At the hip hop barber shop It's time to floss with Kris Kross (Definitely) So bust a move big baby, heh heh [Verse 1: Mac Daddy, Daddy Mac, All] It's like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1 No it don't stop, no it don't stop It keeps on humming, coming at ya I got ya choked up in this Macadocious rap And you can't sleep and you can't eat All you do is geek geek geek off the funk that I freak in ya jeep (Is it real?) Now you know it don't get realer than this The M-A-C D-A double D-Y taking you to total bliss And it don't stop and it don't quit serving all them little fools for the '9 Tre like this [Verse 2: Daddy Mac, Mac Daddy, All] It's that [blank] that them ladies can't stay away from I gets dumb ditty ditty dumb dumb (Word-ah) Ya steady steady loving what ya heard (But uh) You wonderin' if we fallin' off the curve (Or ah) When we maintain the same thing we maintained When we came from Jump, Warm it Up and It's a Shame [Hook: Kris Kross, (Dr. Dre Sample)] I'm Real! (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) So all that stuff that you pop needs to stop cause I'm real (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) It ain't my fault, what I drop hits the top, so just chill (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) And all that stuff that ya pop needs to stop cause I'm real (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) And when I drop what I drop [blank] know the deal [Verse 3: Daddy Mac, All, (Jermaine Dupri)] Just call me the real one, like Cypress Hill, son I freak da funk, da funk freaks me and I gets ill (Come!) (Ain't nothing to me that make ya boogie I just do it with ease) Thinking to get with these All ya get is these and my K-C-I-D My man in ya mouth Moment to let them boys from the south work the house (Why's that?) Cause I'm steady steady breakin' em off (So why's that?) They ain't ready cause they way too soft [Verse 4: Mac Daddy, All] Well make way for the Mac, from the Mac pack (Uh, Uh) That's got ya back against the fools talking this and that I hit em up with the (Booya!) Make em say (Oh Child!) Where did ya get ya frame-o lame-o Macadocious smooth style from I know you want some, I know you want some It's nothing but the bomb, nothing but the bomb And here it comes! ... See, the quicker quicker ripper done got a lot bigger since the last time you heard me rhyme, so I figure That I kick a dose of flows for those schmoes that try to play the K's and act like they don't know, it goes On and on till the break of dawn Nonstop baby pop till the early morn' (Why's That?) Cause I'm steady steady breakin' em off (So why's that?) They ain't ready cause they way too soft And I'm Real! [Hook: Kris Kross, (Dr. Dre Sample)] (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) So all that stuff that you pop needs to stop cause I'm real (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) It ain't my fault, what I drop hits the top, so just chill (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) And all that stuff that ya pop needs to stop cause I'm real (And that's realer than real deal Holyfield...) And when I drop what I drop [blank] know the deal X2