Lyrics
Who got dunked on?
Who got dunked on?
Yeah, strictly for the pimps
Check, check it one time
Never wanna rip a rhyme this much in my life
But mugs act trife, try to look super cool
Freeze 'em, might as well been frostin'
'Cause I'm the baddest white boy in Boston
Be on tour, chumps be back at home tryin' to front
But that's aight though, front the way you fuckin' want
Most of y'all be tryin' to act up for what?
Sweatin' anybody's ass to drop a cut
Your ass is too busy hawkin' the next man
Word to Don, you should be worryin' about tryin' to expand
Yes, I'm the mac, steady havin' rough raps for your tracks
Or more of that, and plus it keeps my pockets fat
Your bum rush couldn't stop me if you got me
Your words are too choppy and your crew rolls sloppy
Yo, that's enough shit to drive your ass batty
Marky Mark, a super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Well it's me, Mick Markel
Cherokee Jeep, black like charcoal
With the kit, you hear my shit out your district
So you figure you wanna toy with this white boy coolie
You best to go run, get your toolie
And the first one who step is gettin' snuffed
Cock D's, I'm rough and tough, you can't get enough
Raps are ran like a marathon runner
Makes you wonder what crew I'm rollin' under
Cheesy rat, Donnie D production forces
All about makin' them ends with no losses
But of course you're gonna sweat, I'll make you sweat me
That's right, chump, I'll make you never forget me
Hell no, I'm not a rap devil goin' out like a rebel
And when it comes to rhymes, I got several
No sleep, I'm up in the mornin' like Matty
When shit ain't right, a super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Livin' like a gangsta, preacher can't see me
I'm mackin' like a pro when I rip like so
I roll through the streets pumpin' tracks by the crew
I used to drink the brew, but now I like to rip a show or two
See, I'm cooler, much harder than your father
But kids still sweat me, try to upset me, why bother?
This time around I'm stompin' heads in the ground like a soldier
So kid, don't say I never told you
You never thought the M-W could bring trouble
To your block with the crazy rough rhymes in stock
I'm in there like a strong gust of wind, yeah
Cuttin' through your crew like the hawk when I spark
The dark shit, Mobb Deep's prone to drop hits
Leavin' all them mugs on my dick with fits
Here in my Cherokee, comin' from three blocks fat
It rocks, G, a crazy super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, damn, damn, damn
Yeah, Scotty G, Funk Deez, Coolin', the Mobb Deep
The super cool one, the super cool mack daddy
Yeah, girls, you know the one
Who got dunked on?
Yeah, strictly for the pimps
Check, check it one time
Never wanna rip a rhyme this much in my life
But mugs act trife, try to look super cool
Freeze 'em, might as well been frostin'
'Cause I'm the baddest white boy in Boston
Be on tour, chumps be back at home tryin' to front
But that's aight though, front the way you fuckin' want
Most of y'all be tryin' to act up for what?
Sweatin' anybody's ass to drop a cut
Your ass is too busy hawkin' the next man
Word to Don, you should be worryin' about tryin' to expand
Yes, I'm the mac, steady havin' rough raps for your tracks
Or more of that, and plus it keeps my pockets fat
Your bum rush couldn't stop me if you got me
Your words are too choppy and your crew rolls sloppy
Yo, that's enough shit to drive your ass batty
Marky Mark, a super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Well it's me, Mick Markel
Cherokee Jeep, black like charcoal
With the kit, you hear my shit out your district
So you figure you wanna toy with this white boy coolie
You best to go run, get your toolie
And the first one who step is gettin' snuffed
Cock D's, I'm rough and tough, you can't get enough
Raps are ran like a marathon runner
Makes you wonder what crew I'm rollin' under
Cheesy rat, Donnie D production forces
All about makin' them ends with no losses
But of course you're gonna sweat, I'll make you sweat me
That's right, chump, I'll make you never forget me
Hell no, I'm not a rap devil goin' out like a rebel
And when it comes to rhymes, I got several
No sleep, I'm up in the mornin' like Matty
When shit ain't right, a super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Livin' like a gangsta, preacher can't see me
I'm mackin' like a pro when I rip like so
I roll through the streets pumpin' tracks by the crew
I used to drink the brew, but now I like to rip a show or two
See, I'm cooler, much harder than your father
But kids still sweat me, try to upset me, why bother?
This time around I'm stompin' heads in the ground like a soldier
So kid, don't say I never told you
You never thought the M-W could bring trouble
To your block with the crazy rough rhymes in stock
I'm in there like a strong gust of wind, yeah
Cuttin' through your crew like the hawk when I spark
The dark shit, Mobb Deep's prone to drop hits
Leavin' all them mugs on my dick with fits
Here in my Cherokee, comin' from three blocks fat
It rocks, G, a crazy super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Super cool mack daddy
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, rhyme my fuckin' ass off
Hot damn, damn, damn, damn
Yeah, Scotty G, Funk Deez, Coolin', the Mobb Deep
The super cool one, the super cool mack daddy
Yeah, girls, you know the one