HO! [*screaming*]

What the hell do you think you're doin'?

We takin' over things!

Yo, what's up? What's up with these kids tryin' to bum rush my studio?

Hey! Yo, get that fool outta here, punk!

Ay yo, Kris, come on now

I'm in the middle of the zone

And all around the world it's the same old song

When you're dealin' with the K to the chigga-chigga R

To the I to the S, you're dealin' with the best

I'm a brother with a skullcap

I wear slack in the back and I'm all that

Yes yes y'all, we're out to have a ball

Kris Kross never lost or ever had to take a fall

Rippin', flippin', whippin' like crazy

And all them toe-tappin' punks don't amaze me

It's making your girlfriend blush

C & C is on a rampage, and you can't stop the bum rush

Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah

I'm the Mac Daddy, as cool as they come

I do what I gotta and clowns get none

So you can back up off me

And stop tryin' to play me like Mister Softee

Cuz I'm the mac and that's how it is

I be doin' things never seen done by kids

I like to rip and whip and flip the rhyme

A thousand times to where it blows your mind

See me? Huh!

I can't go for the okeedoke

And I can't be faded

In other words...

Suckas, you can't stop the bum rush!

Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah

Come on!

Uh! Daddy Mac is steppin' still

MCs sweatin' me, and I need to chill

Cuz of the way I put your body to work

Make you get on the floor and do the eerk and jerk

Two little brothers with a swing

Totally Krossed Out, wearing dreads and ain't tryin' to sing

I won every one and I never lost

So put a stamp on it, and back up off me

Yeah, uh, yeah, a-come on, yeah, uh, yeah

Kris Kross in the house for the 90s

Comin' straight out of Ruffhouse, suckas!