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  • 作词 : Dupri, Mr. Black
    Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!)
    A nappy headed little ***** representin' for the
    South When
    I bust, and
    I do frequently
    I see ****** in careers trying to get with me
    Now no longer am
    I small See got me a ballme of women, huh
    I keep 'em wall to wall
    See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy)
    But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me
    Over age, never under
    Wonder in the words of
    Aaliyah, Age
    Ain't Nuthin'
    But A Number
    So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes
    Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go
    They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major
    Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager
    Asking for favors that
    I don't do
    That's for a ***** in love, all
    I'm doing is mackin' you [Chorus]
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it)
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
    Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it)
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
    Now tell me whose the mack [Chris Smith]
    Now I ain't got no big hat or a
    Caddilac I push a drop-top
    Benz and a baseball cap (say what?)
    I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck
    For when I wanna get wet
    I tell Chris all the time
    I more of a mack than he is
    And it's been this way since we was real little kids
    I, got women saying 'baby tie me up'
    I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff
    Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where
    A light skin-ded ***** with real long hair
    Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros
    No matter what,
    I'm fresh head to toe
    So who's the mack?, daddy mack
    Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back
    From these, player haters trying to salt my game
    And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing [Drunk guy sample]
    You know what
    I mean?, [?] ain't no need to ********
    These ****** in love,
    You know what
    I mean? Talking about how fast [?]
    There ain't no players,
    I'm drunk now,
    You know what
    I mean? I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but
    I'm cool (I know).... (The rest is unintelligeble to me)
    You what I mean? [Kris Kross]
    Now tell me who's the mack [Mr. Black]
    Mr. Black, and we can do whatever
    Flossin' in the
    Benz, decked out in the leather
    Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne
    And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing
    My aim, to control
    Mind, body and soul
    Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow
    Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'
    Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin'
    Crystal-in'
    Yeah we puffing real
    La Laid back to the funk flows
    I prescribed
    I could write a thesis on the dime pieces
    Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when
    I grab your nieces
    Mack daddy forte, when
    I'm flossin with the double
    K Got all these broads showing us where they stay
    Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me
    Being a mack ain't easy [Static noise]
  • 作词 : Dupri, Mr. Black
    Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!)
    A nappy headed little ***** representin' for the
    South When
    I bust, and
    I do frequently
    I see ****** in careers trying to get with me
    Now no longer am
    I small See got me a ballme of women, huh
    I keep 'em wall to wall
    See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy)
    But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me
    Over age, never under
    Wonder in the words of
    Aaliyah, Age
    Ain't Nuthin'
    But A Number
    So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes
    Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go
    They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major
    Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager
    Asking for favors that
    I don't do
    That's for a ***** in love, all
    I'm doing is mackin' you [Chorus]
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it)
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
    Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it)
    Mackin' ain't easy
    But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)
    Now tell me whose the mack [Chris Smith]
    Now I ain't got no big hat or a
    Caddilac I push a drop-top
    Benz and a baseball cap (say what?)
    I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck
    For when I wanna get wet
    I tell Chris all the time
    I more of a mack than he is
    And it's been this way since we was real little kids
    I, got women saying 'baby tie me up'
    I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff
    Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where
    A light skin-ded ***** with real long hair
    Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros
    No matter what,
    I'm fresh head to toe
    So who's the mack?, daddy mack
    Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back
    From these, player haters trying to salt my game
    And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing [Drunk guy sample]
    You know what
    I mean?, [?] ain't no need to ********
    These ****** in love,
    You know what
    I mean? Talking about how fast [?]
    There ain't no players,
    I'm drunk now,
    You know what
    I mean? I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but
    I'm cool (I know).... (The rest is unintelligeble to me)
    You what I mean? [Kris Kross]
    Now tell me who's the mack [Mr. Black]
    Mr. Black, and we can do whatever
    Flossin' in the
    Benz, decked out in the leather
    Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne
    And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing
    My aim, to control
    Mind, body and soul
    Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow
    Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'
    Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin'
    Crystal-in'
    Yeah we puffing real
    La Laid back to the funk flows
    I prescribed
    I could write a thesis on the dime pieces
    Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when
    I grab your nieces
    Mack daddy forte, when
    I'm flossin with the double
    K Got all these broads showing us where they stay
    Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me
    Being a mack ain't easy [Static noise]