Sir Mix-A-Lot – Mack Daddy lyrics

Spoken*Mack*
Daddy Ain't
you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in your face baby Mack?
Daddy You
better roll with the big mack the, man with the game Mack
Daddy Gotta
big snake all, you gotta do is make it dance you, know what I'm sayin' Mack
Daddy Rap

*I'm*

rollin' to another neighborhood Me
'n my boyz up, to no good Chasin'
miniskirts 'n the ride is packed Rollin'
to a mall called Seatac Cruisin'
'n the cops don't like that 'Round
the mall once 'n don't come back Four-door
Rolls with the black exterior Turbo
Bentley white, interior A
Rolls Royce fulla big black men In
the suburbs messin', with citizens Walkin'
in the mall looka, how I spit Sloppy
dressed brothers make the females blitz Big
long starters black, low tops Mack
daddy hat got me lookin' like Pops But
that's cool 'cause, I'm, mackin' anyway 'n
your females my prey 'n
I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D Sista
we missed ya get, wit' me Comin'
runnin, your, boyfriends gunnin' The
big boss is so cunnin' Some
of my home boys hate me They
get a microphone then, try to take me But
you ain't slip sayin', what's up Mix Boy?
I'm hip to your tricks I'm

the Mack Daddy Mack
Daddy Yeah
ain't no reason to bet ya 'Cause
I'm the Mack Daddy Steadily
mackin' Mack
Daddy Kickin'

in a buffed up Lamborgini If
your females proper she gots to see me 'Cause
I'm the king of the roll outs Mack
Daddy is back still runnin' my mouth I
see a freak on the Seatac strip My
Lamborgini's brakes get grip So
I pull up on to The Spot I
start frontin' 'cause, I wanna get jocked Topped
off the gas whipped, out my cash 'n
one girls starts to laugh But
I'm still smooth 'n
my game is on so, I make my move Say
you, in the white pants I'm
a step close to ya but, I won't dance 'n
what you laughin' at All
the girls start pointin' at my hat 'n
I'm a giggle wit' 'em 'cause, I just wanna get wit' 'em I
don't hit 'em I, just wanna stick 'em So
I pull baby girl to the side She
said she likes my car I
said take a ride So
we flipped up the doors on the Contach But
gettin' in a Lamborgini is hard So
I grabbed baby girl by the rear end I
thought she might need help gettin' in So
I clos' the do' 'n
now you kno' Mack
Daddy is about to sco' The
girl said baby, you can have me So
I stopped at the tail 'Cause
I'm the Mack Daddy Mack

Daddy All
you all gameless marks know Mack
Daddy I'm
the Mack Daddy Mack
Daddy Yew
I

don't smoke no weed but, I like to G I
don't mean O G. I., mean s baby** 'Cause
a brother like me don't date I
sling records 'n tapes The
Rhyme Cartel with the Def American Gettin'
brothers sprung like Farrakhan 'n
I'm stuffin' my ladies pumps In
the backa my Benz I humps I'm
nasty 'n proud To
hell with cool I'm, G'in' 'em loud Other
people at the hotel gets no rest 'Cause
Mixalots bumpin' them headrests She
got booty for days Other
brothers is pullin' up But
she ain't phased 'Cause
I laid my game like a concrete slab She's
the kinda skirt a mack gotta have Rollin'
showin', her off 'n
some fool tried to call me soft He's
in a one nine seven two skin head caddy A
old superfly mack daddy So
my girl stepped out 'n he tried to mack But
she ain't havin' that You
see your game is weak G, My
girl I, ain't slappin' I'm, mackin' 'n
rappin' Mack

Daddy I'm
the Mack Daddy Mack
Daddy I'm
the Mack Daddy Mack
Daddy Come
over here and get some of this snake Mack
Daddy I'm
the Mack Daddy