Freak Da Funk

When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going out with a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going out with a bang, ah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Im the type hip hopper thats a show stopper
I break em off proper, unlike them other teeny poppers
That continue to say and say never, ever come my way
Im waiting, yeah, I have a bad crew to make my day!
So watch and chop and top and drop em little punks quick
And teach em never to mess with this Krossed Out kid
But really though, you kill me you pretending, you one of them
Pissed off cause Kris Kross made 5 million people (Jump!)
You tryna floss with the toss but the Kross cause the Kross is boss
And everybody knows that house
Im the dad, miggida-major, grab your pad bumpin
Like a W-A the Ks are always into somethin
So your best bet is to bop your head, punk
And just listen to the way the Ks Freak Da Funk!
Now my hats to the back and my pants still saggin
But yall n1ggas cant fade me
So just scream on, (scream on)
And just dream on, (dream on)
But Ill still be the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Its known that its on when the Daddys supposed to let go
Some of the funk that you can bump in yo 64
I brought in some new styles, the double Ks here again
So when you come in yo Dodges back, this is how we comin in!
When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going out with a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going out with a bang, ah
I heard you wanna jump with the Macs
But you aint a match n1gga
cause my mind is a nine and my tongue is a trigger
So ease back, off these in you Cs with you Bs black
Tryna front on the Macs, how you gon that?
I love to rip it when its rockin
cause I love it that way
Dont mess around with the best around
His name starts with a K
Aint nothin fake here dear
You gets nothin but the real deal
Hummin and comin at ya like my homies from the hill
Im rough (rough! ), tough, (tough!) and ready for the killin
Crushin up crews and sellin nothin but a million
With a, boogie, boogie, the bang, bang the boogie
To the beat, M-A-C, why dont ya speak for me
Im strictly hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie
Strictly hip hop, the top is what I drop
If you know whats good for you homie
You will back up, or get ya smack up
From this Kris that they call the Miggida Mac, uh
Cause when I break n1ggas up, I keep em broke down
Im like the R-A-K-I-M, I aint no joke clown
So ya best bet is to bop ya head punk
And just listen to the way the Ks Freak Da Funk, uh
When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going outwith a bang, ah
When I do my thing I swing and you cant hang ah
Go up against the Ks ya going out with a bang, ah
Im da freaker, da one who freaks da funk! (x5)