Jump Jump 
You should know, you should know that ahhh 
Kris Kross is not having anything today 
As we stand there totally krossed out 
We commence to make you

Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad 
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had 
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump 
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump 
How high? Real high 
Cause I'm just so fly 
A young loveable, hugable type of guy 
And everything is the back with a little slack 
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack 
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin 
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin' 
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that 
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that

Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump 
uh huh uh huh 
Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

I let myself knockin' knockin' 
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin' 
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C 
Ya you know me 
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G 
In the mix I make ya take a step back 
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked 
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental 
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard 
And none faking you can understyand every word 
As you listen to my cool school melody 
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump 
uh huh uh huh 
Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump

Now, the formalities of this and that 
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack 
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know 
Check it out

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go 
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go 
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go 
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go 
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy 
Miggida miggida miggida Mac 
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy

I make you wanna 
Jump Jump 
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump 
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump 
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump 
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times) 
Believe dat

[Kris Kross]
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..

[Verse 1]
I went to bed late but I didn't think late would EFFECT ME
Early came around then late wouldn't LET ME
Wake up - WAKE UP -  so I can get dressed
I guess my body was mad 'cause I gave it no rest
And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00
Jumped in the shower and I know I was late
Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni'
And said to myself if I miss school I'm ruined
But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED
I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS
Now I'm hopin to myself everything is cool
Standin on my block like a fool
But (1) I'm all alone and (2) the bus is gone
(3) if I miss school this weekend I'll be at home
Can somebody come real fast to my rescue 
I'm stuck at the crib and I don't know what to do 

[Chorus: repeat 2x] 
I missed the bus [ohh]
I missed the bus
I missed the bus [ohh]
And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again

[verse 2]
I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down 
Thinkin I could chill 'til the time came around
And I did - HE DID - but a little too long 
Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone
I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door
And I chased the bus 'til my feet was sore
On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn't catch up
I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck
Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted
Scuffed up my sneakers and I'm really disgusted
And when I got to school it was the same old thing
Stepped in the class and the school bell rang
It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain
But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game
YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win
I learned to never miss my bus again

[Chorus]

Uh, well, this is how nice and smooth it is 
Hey uh, listen to them

Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do 
Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do

So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this 
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris" 
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad 
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad 
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go 
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo 
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh... 
With rhyme after rhyme I win 
The 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 warm 
And my pants to the back that's my everyday uniform 
You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe 
Keep dreaming cause the Mac you will never be 
So all y'all with the Dr. Seuss riddles 
You can get the finger... the middle

Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do 
Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris

Hey, yo Kris kick it first 
You know it's sto it's sto 
Peepin at my rhymes it's dope it's dope 
And for you there's know call my name what? 
The Daddy Mac, baby, Totally Krossed Out 
Catchin' all the ladies 
The age I be I should be playin with toys 
Instead I put my hand into make you make noise 
That's how I kick it that's my everyday life and 
I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man

I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with 
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it 
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C 
And there ain't another brotha bad as me 
When I let go 
Somethin' from the ghetto 
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard 
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun 
Showin' suckas how it's done

Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 3 times)

Yea, now you all know 
What's up? 
And the Mac to all that 
Yea.. we gonna kick one more verse for you all

So many times I heard you rhyme but you can't touch this 
I'm kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You're too much Kris" 
So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad 
The fire's what I pack and what I pack is real bad 
I'd like to grab a hold of your soul and never let go 
Never 'til they jump, 'til they say Hoooo 
Now that's the state of mind I'm in huh... 
With rhyme after rhyme I win

I'm the wrong brotha that sucks to be messin' with 
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wreckin' it 
They call me the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C 
And there ain't another brotha bad as me 
When I let go 
Somethin' from the ghetto 
Word, a little brother kickin' rhymes like you never ever heard 
Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun 
Kris Kross show 'em how it's done

Warm it up Kris I'm about to 
Warm it up Kris cause that's what I was born to do (repeat 6 times) 
Warm it up Kris (repeat 13 times)

[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] 2x
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

[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