Jump

(Jump, jump)
You should know, you should know that, ahh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally crossed out

We commence to make ya (jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Don't try to compare us (yeah) to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad, give ya something that you never had
I'll make ya bump, hump, wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump
How high? Real high 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack

'Cause inside out, it's wiggida-wiggida-wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
RNB rap is bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' soft about Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask do they rock? Say, believe that

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

I like my stuff knockin' (knockin')
I love it when the girlies be like jockin' (jockin')
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C (yeah, you know me)
I got you jumpin' an' bumpin' an' pumpin' movin' all around, g
In the mix, I made MC's step back
They tried to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear; is that coincidental?
Act like you know and don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And nothin' fake and you can understand every word (word, hahaha)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you j-u-m-p

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckas that don't know
Check it out

Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (bo, bo)

'Cause I'm the miggity-miggity-miggity-miggity Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggity-miggity-miggity-miggity Mac (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggity-miggity-miggity-miggity Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggity-miggity-miggity-miggity Mac (bo, bo)
I make you wanna

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
The Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Believe that



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Pierce, Le Roy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Gregory Allen Webster, Jermaine Mauldin
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