作词 : Dupri When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah Hey, hey, hey Hey, I'm the type hip hopper that's a show stopper I break 'em off proper, unlike them other teeny poppers That continue to say and say never, ever come my way I'm 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 I'm the dad, miggida-major, grab your pad bumpin' Like a W-A the K's are always into somethin' So your best bet is to bop your head, punk And just listen to the way the K's Freak Da Funk! Now my hat's to the back and my pants still saggin' But y'all n1ggas can't fade me So just scream on, (scream on) And just dream on, (dream on) But I'll still be the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C It's known that it's on when the Daddy's supposed to let go Some of the funk that you can bump in yo '64 I brought in some new styles, the double K's here again So when you come in yo Dodge's back, this is how we comin' in! When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah I heard you wanna jump with the Macs But you ain't a match n1gga 'cause my mind is a nine and my tongue is a trigger So ease back, off these in you C's with you B's black Tryna front on the Macs, how you gon' that? I love to rip it when it's rockin' 'cause I love it that way Don't mess around with the best around His name starts with a K Ain't nothin' fake here dear You gets nothin' but the real deal Hummin' and comin' at ya like my homies from the hill I'm 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 don't ya speak for me I'm strictly hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie Strictly hip hop, the top is what I drop If you know what's 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 I'm like the R-A-K-I-M, I ain't no joke clown So ya best bet is to bop ya head punk And just listen to the way the K's Freak Da Funk, uh When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah When I do my thing I swing and you can't hang ah Go up against the K's ya going out with a bang, ah I'm da freaker, da one who freaks da funk! (x5)
