Kris Kross - Warm It Up Kris lyrics

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 'cause that's what I was born to do

Warm it up, Kris I'm about to


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, "Hoo"

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 'cause that's what I was born to do

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

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

Warm it up, Kris I'm about to


Yea, now you all know and the Mac to all that, what's up?

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, "Hoo"

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,

Something 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

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

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

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

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

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


Warm it up, Kris

Warm it up, Kris

Warm it up, Kris






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