Lyrics Warm It Up (Butcher mix) - Redd Kross
Uh,
well,
this
is
how
nice
and
smooth
it
is
Hey
uh,
listen
to
them
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
cause
that's
what
I
was
born
to
do
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
cause
that's
what
I
was
born
to
do
So
many
times
I
heard
you
rhyme
but
you
can't
touch
this
I'm
kicking
the
type
of
flow
that
makes
you
say
"You're
too
much
Kris"
So
feel
the
fire
of
the
one
they
call
the
Mac
Dad
The
fire's
what
I
pack
and
what
I
pack
is
real
bad
I'd
like
to
grab
a
hold
of
your
soul
and
never
let
go
Never
'til
they
jump,
'til
they
say
Hoooo
Now
that's
the
state
of
mind
I'm
in
huh...
With
rhyme
after
rhyme
I
win
The
Mac
The
Mac
Nuff
for
breakin'
'em
off
somethin'
They
layin'
in
the
back
and
front
Keepin'
the
speakers
pumpin'
The
miggida
miggida
miggida
Mac
came
to
get
a
warm
And
my
pants
to
the
back
that's
my
everyday
uniform
You
little
cream
puff
Mac
Daddy
wannabe
Keep
dreaming
cause
the
Mac
you
will
never
be
So
all
y'all
with
the
Dr.
Seuss
riddles
You
can
get
the
finger...
the
middle
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
cause
that's
what
I
was
born
to
do
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
Hey,
yo
Kris
kick
it
first
You
know
it's
sto
it's
sto
Peepin
at
my
rhymes
it's
dope
it's
dope
And
for
you
there's
know
call
my
name
what?
The
Daddy
Mac,
baby,
Totally
Krossed
Out
Catchin'
all
the
ladies
The
age
I
be
I
should
be
playin
with
toys
Instead
I
put
my
hand
into
make
you
make
noise
That's
how
I
kick
it
that's
my
everyday
life
and
I
rehearse
to
keep
it
sharp
as
a
knife,
man
I'm
the
wrong
brotha
that
sucks
to
be
messin'
with
Cause
when
I
put
the
mic
in
my
hand
I
start
wreckin'
it
They
call
me
the
D-A-double
D-Y-M-A-C
And
there
ain't
another
brotha
bad
as
me
When
I
let
go
Somethin'
from
the
ghetto
Word,
a
little
brother
kickin'
rhymes
like
you
never
ever
heard
Daddy
of
them
all
shootin
to
kill
like
a
gun
Showin'
suckas
how
it's
done
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
cause
that's
what
I
was
born
to
do
Yea,
now
you
all
know
What's
up?
And
the
Mac
to
all
that
Yea.
we
gonna
kick
one
more
for
you
all
So
many
times
I
heard
you
rhyme
but
you
can't
touch
this
I'm
kicking
the
type
of
flow
that
makes
you
say
"You're
too
much
Kris"
So
feel
the
fire
of
the
one
they
call
the
Mac
Dad
The
fire's
what
I
pack
and
what
I
pack
is
real
bad
I'd
like
to
grab
a
hold
of
your
soul
and
never
let
go
Never
'til
they
jump,
'til
they
say
Hoooo
Now
that's
the
state
of
mind
I'm
in
huh...
With
rhyme
after
rhyme
I
win
I'm
the
wrong
brotha
that
sucks
to
be
messin'
with
Cause
when
I
put
the
mic
in
my
hand
I
start
wreckin'
it
They
call
me
the
D-A-double
D-Y-M-A-C
And
there
ain't
another
brotha
bad
as
me
When
I
let
go
Somethin'
from
the
ghetto
Word,
a
little
brother
kickin'
rhymes
like
you
never
ever
heard
Daddy
of
them
all
shootin
to
kill
like
a
gun
Kris
Kross
show
'em
how
it's
done
Warm
it
up
Kris
I'm
about
to
Warm
it
up
Kris
cause
that's
what
I
was
born
to
do
Warm
it
up
Kris
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