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| 1. |
| 0:19 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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| 3. |
| 2:40 |
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| 4. |
| 2:56 |
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| 5. |
| 1:42 |
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| 6. |
| 4:03 | 
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just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin' somethin' real smooth you can just ride to tell me how you feel here we go... The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac See the bell rang and I got my dash Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin' To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin' The downtown scene was packed People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac I says "What I am is what I am is who I be" And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me Cool, cause dissin' and no pay They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day And all that love keeps me and Chris tight Long as we give some love back everything's alright. Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants, and some Nikes, G And yet more letters, and the letters sayin' "I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?" Yesssss..... I try to pass 'em my autograph I try to do as many as I can Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good Cause I'm down like four flat tires Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj. Showin' I can do right and not do wrong Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong And we ain't got no love for the side We only love those who love us back Right? Now people seem to think what I do is a blast Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash But they don't know Really know The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I was born to do Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride See, I ain't come out wack I come out right Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike It's the Daddy Mac Big thing Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill. Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind And it's alright |
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| 7. |
| 3:14 |
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| 8. |
| 3:41 |
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| 9. |
| 2:59 |
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| 10. |
| 2:15 |
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| 11. |
| 4:35 |
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| 12. |
| 6:02 |
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just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
somethin' real smooth you can just ride to tell me how you feel here we go... The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac See the bell rang and I got my dash Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin' To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin' The downtown scene was packed People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac I says "What I am is what I am is who I be" And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me Cool, cause dissin' and no pay They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day And all that love keeps me and Chris tight Long as we give some love back everything's alright. Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants, and some Nikes, G And yet more letters, and the letters sayin' "I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?" Yesssss..... I try to pass 'em my autograph I try to do as many as I can Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good Cause I'm down like four flat tires Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj. Showin' I can do right and not do wrong Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong And we ain't got no love for the side We only love those who love us back Right? Now people seem to think what I do is a blast Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash But they don't know Really know The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz Early mornin' interviews then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I was born to do Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride See, I ain't come out wack I come out right Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike It's the Daddy Mac Big thing Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill. Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind And it's alright |
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