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Now I'm known to rock a party, and turn a party out (ho!)A nappy headed little nigga representin' for the SouthWhen I bust, and I do frequentlyI see niggas in careers trying to get with meNow no longer am I smallSee got me a ballme of women, huh I keep 'em wall to wallSee cause mackin' ain't easy (easy)But I had to do it, get into it, and plus they love to please meOver age, never underWonder in the words of Aaliyah, Age Ain't Nuthin' But A NumberSo I takes 'em, shakes 'em, show 'em the ropesLet 'em get a little taste and then they never let goThey say (Daddy Daddy), they call me, it gets majorSurprise visits and blowin' up my pagerAsking for favors that I don't doThat's for a nigga in love, all I'm doing is mackin' youMackin' ain't easyBut somebody gotta do it (do it)Mackin' ain't easyBut somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)Now tell me whose the mack, tell me whose the mackMackin' ain't easyBut somebody gotta do it (do it)Mackin' ain't easyLetras de cancionesBut somebody gotta do it (do it, do it, do it)Now tell me whose the mackNow I ain't got no big hat or a CaddilacI push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap (say what?)I, keep the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deckFor when I wanna get wetI tell Chris all the time I more of a mack than he isAnd it's been this way since we was real little kidsI, got women saying 'baby tie me up'I got 'em going to mall, shop and buying me stuffNow with me it's like the old days ain't gone no whereA light skin-ded nigga with real long hairPerm, corn rowed, individuals, afrosNo matter what, I'm fresh head to toeSo who's the mack?, daddy mackSeeing all the women in my stable watch my backFrom these, player haters trying to salt my gameAnd snatch my hoes, it ain't a possible thingYou know what I mean?, ain't no need to bullshitThese niggas in love, You know what I mean?Talking about how fastThere 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?Now tell me who's the mackMr. Black, and we can do whateverFlossin' in the Benz, decked out in the leatherNever slippin', just sippin' on this champagneAnd I'll be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thingMy aim, to controlMind, body and soulHave her on the stroll bringing me the flowPimp stylin', stay smilin', profilin'Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin' Crystal-in'Yeah we puffing real LaLaid back to the funk flows I prescribedI could write a thesis on the dime piecesGotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your niecesMack daddy forte, when I'm flossin with the double KGot all these broads showing us where they stayPager blowin up all these hoes wanna skeez meBeing a mack ain't easy From Letras Mania