Warm It Up Kris Lyrics - Singles - Kris Kross

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

So many times I heard your rhymes 

But you can't touch this 

I'm kickin the type of flavor that makes ya say 

you're too much Kris 

So feel the fire of the one they call the 

Mack Daddy 

the fire is what I pack and what I pack is real 

bad 

I like to grab a hold of your soul and never 

let go 

Till ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe) 

Now that's the state of mind I'm in, Huh 

with rhyme after rhyme I win 

The Mack (The Mack) 

Known ta break 'em off somethin and lay 

In a bed of funk keepin ya speaker pumpin 

The miggada, miggada Mack came to get it 

warm 

Wear my pants to the back, that's my 

uniform 

ya lil cream puff mack daddy wanna be 

keep dreamin cause a mack you'll never be 

So all of ya'll with them Doctor Suess riddles 

you can get the finger ( ) the middle 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

Caught you on the scope (the scope)! 

Peepin out my rhyme cause it's dope (it's dope)! 

And for you there's no hope 

My name (is what)! 

Daddy Mack baby 

Totally krossed out catchin all ladies 

the age I be I should be playin with toys 

But instead I put my head into makin ya 

make noise 

That's how I kick it that's my every day 

life and I rehearse to be sharp as a knife man 

I'm the wrong brother for suckers to be messin 

with 

cause when I put my hand on a mic I start 

wreckin 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)! Something from the (ghetto)! word 

A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya never ever 

heard 

Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun showing 

suckers how its done 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

So many times I heard your rhymes 

But you can't touch this 

I'm kickin the type of flavor that makes ya say 

you're too much Kris 

So feel the fire of the one they call the 

Mack Daddy 

the fire is what I pack and what I pack is real 

bad 

I like to grab a hold of your soul and never 

let go 

Till ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe) 

Now that's the state of mind I'm in, Huh 

with rhyme after rhyme I win 

I'm the wrong brother for suckers to be messin 

with 

cause when I put my hand on a mic I start 

wreckin 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)! Something from the (ghetto)! word 

A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya never ever 

heard 

Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun showing 

suckers how its done 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris, 

I'm about to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do. 

Warm it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris. 

I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.