Mackin' Ain't Easy Lyrics - Singles - Kris Kross

Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out 

A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the South 

When I bust, and I do frequently 

I see niggas in careers trying to get with me 

Now no longer am I small 

See got me a ball me of women, I keep 'em wall to wall 

See 'cause mackin' ain't 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 nigga in love, all I'm doing is mackin' you 

Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta 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 

Mackin' ain't easy but somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it 

Now tell me whose the mack 

Now I ain't got no big hat or a Cadillac 

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 nigga 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 

You know what I mean?, [unverified], ain't no need to bullshit 

These niggas in love, you know what I mean? 

Talking about how fast [unverified] 

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 unintelligible to me, You, what I mean? 

Now tell me who's the mack 

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