(Jump, jump)
You should know, you should know that, ah
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally crossed out
We commence to make ya (jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Don't try to compare us (yeah) to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad, give you something that you never had
I'll make ya bump bump, wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump
How high? Real high, 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
'Cause inside out is wiggida, wiggida, wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

I like my stuff knockin' (knockin')
I love it when the girlies be like jockin' (jockin')
The D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin' and bumpin' and pumpin', movin' all around, G
In the mix, I might just take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear, is that coincidental?
Act like you know it, don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And nothin' fake, you can understand every word (word)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

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

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
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 (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac (bo, bo)
I make ya wanna

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Believe that Writer/s: Alphonso Mizell, Berry Gordy Jr., Clarence Satchell, Deke Richards, Freddie Perren, Gregory Allen Webster, Jermaine Dupri, Leroy Bonner, M. Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Junie Morrison
Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing
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