Jermaine Dupri - Mackin' Ain't Easy lyrics

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Jermaine Dupri - Mackin' Ain't Easy lyrics

(Chris Kelly) Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!) A nappy headed little n***a representin' for the South When I bust, and I do frequently I see n***as in careers trying to get with me Now no longer am I small See got me a ballme of women, huh I keep 'em wall to wall See cause mackin' ain't easy (easy) But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please me Over age, never under Wonder in the words of Aaliyah, Age Ain't Nuthin' But A Number So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropes Let 'em get a little taste and then they never let go They say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets major Surprise visits and blowin' up my pager Asking for favors that I don't do That's for a n***a in love, all I'm doing is mackin' you (Chorus) Mackin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it (do it) Mackin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it) Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack Mackin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it (do it) Mackin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it) Now tell me whose the mack (Chris Smith) Now I ain't got no big hat or a Caddilac I push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap (say what?) I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck For when I wanna get wet I tell Chris all the time I more of a mack than he is And it's been this way since we was real little kids I, got women saying 'baby tie me up' I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuff Now with me it's like the old days ain't gone no where A light skin-ded n***a with real long hair Perm, corn rowed, individuals, afros No matter what, I'm fresh head to toe So who's the mack?, daddy mack Seeing all the women in my stable watch my back From these, player haters trying to salt my game And snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thing (Drunk guy sample) You know what I mean?,(?), ain't no need to bullsh** These n***as in love, You know what I mean? Talking about how fast(?) There ain't no players, I'm drunk now, You know what I mean? I'm kinda, (I know, I know), but I'm cool (I know).... (The rest is unintelligeble to me) You what I mean? (Kris Kross) Now tell me who's the mack (Mr. Black) Mr. Black, and we can do whatever Flossin' in the Benz, decked out in the leather Never slippin', just sippin' on this champagne And I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing My aim, to control Mind, body and soul Have her on the stroll bringing me the flow Pimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin' Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in' Yeah we puffing real La Laid back to the funk flows I prescribed I could write a thesis on the dime pieces Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your nieces Mack daddy forte, when I'm flossin with the double K Got all these broads showing us where they stay Pager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez me Being a mack ain't easy (Static noise)

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