Warm It Up (Album Version) - Kris Kross

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Cause that＇s what I was born to do

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Cause that＇s what I was born to do(2x)

Verse 1

Some of these homies try to rhyme but you can＇t touch this

I＇m kicking the type of flow that makes you say ＂You＇re to much Chris＂

So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad

The fine brother packing and what I＇m packing＇s real bad

If I could grab a hold of your soul and never let go

Do the Jump do the Hump and say ＂Ho＂

Now that＇s the state of mind I＇m in uh

With rhyme after rhyme I win

The Mac (The Mac) never breaking them off

Some of them laying in a pad of Funk keeping your speakers bumpin

The migitty miggity Mac came to get a wall

And my pants to the back that＇s my everyday uniform

You little crew puff Mac Daddy wannabe

Keep dreaming cause a Mac you will never be

So all ya＇ll with the Dr Suess rentals

You can get the finger the middle

Chorus

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Cause that＇s what I was born to do

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Cause that＇s what I was born to do(2x)

(Hey yo Chris kick it)

Verse 2

I caught you at the store (the store)

Peepin at my ride cause it＇s d**e (it＇s d**e)

And for you there＇s no hope

My name (is what ) Daddy Mac baby

Totally Crossed Out catching all the ladies

The H-I-P I should be playing wit toys

Instead I put my head into making you make noise

That＇s how I keep it that＇s my everyday life and

I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife man

I＇m the grown brother who sucks to be messed with

Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it

They call me the D-A Double D-Y M-A-C***

There ain＇t another brother bad as me

When (I let go) sumthing from the (ghetto) word

Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of them all shooting to kill like a gun

Showing suckers how it＇s done

Chorus

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Cause that＇s what I was born to do

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Casuse that＇s what I was born to do(2x)

Yea now ya＇ll know what's up

And the Mac＇s all that

Yea and we＇re going to kick one more verse for ya＇ll

Verse 3

Some of these homies try to rhyme but you can＇t touch this

I＇m kicking the type of flow that makes you say ＂You＇re to much Chris＂

So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad

The fine brother packing and what I＇m packing＇s real bad

If I could grab a hold of your soul and never let go

Do the Jump do the Hump and say ＂Ho＂

Now that＇s the state of mind I＇m in huh

With rhyme after rhyme I win

I＇m the grown brother who something to be messed with

Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it

They call me the D-A-W-G M-I-C

There ain＇t another brother bad as me

When (I let go) sumthing from the (ghetto) word

Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of them all shooting to kill with the gun

Kris Kross show them how it＇s done

Chorus

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Warm it up Chris

I＇m about to

Warm it up Chris

Casuse that＇s what I was born to do (3x)

Warm it up Chris (fading out)