[Intro: Eddy B, Kriss Kross]
Jump, jump!
Yeah
It's Eddy B, baby
And Tim G
Word up

[Chorus: Kriss Kross]
We commence to make ya (Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Our Daddy Mac'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (Jump, jump)

[Verse 1: Eddy B]
Uh, mic check
You know it's Eddy B, right?
Smooth dude, got them girls wavin' like a seaside
Buzzin' like a beehive, grindin' like [a G, ha ?]
Thinkin' far ahead, these n***as get left behind
Rap shit easy, chillin' like a recline
Pick my city up, these rappers is on a decline
Always stay hungry, that's why I'm so great
Wait so let me save my grace for the rappers I just ate
And Tim be on the scene, producin', doin' his thing
Never moved or drug it all, but I bet he pushed the keys
It still get 'em high 'cause we give 'em hella dope shit
Casper on the mic, these n***as that went ghost, shit
I'm a perfect ten, yeah a master with the pen
Swear that all I do is win, like I'm DJ Khaled [?]
So when the beat stop, I'ma let the heat drop
You'll be waitin' 'til death tryna see when we flop, so
[Chorus: Kriss Kross]
Jump, jump!
The Mac Dad'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Our Daddy Mac'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh (Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Our Daddy Mac'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (Jump, jump)

[Verse 2: Eddy B]
Crushin' the competition
Demandin' that they listen
Continue droppin' hits because it's all in repetition
I'm flowin' yeah, I'm blowin, n***as hatin' 'cause they know us
Say you sick, I got the potion
N***as squint because I'm [potent ?]
Listen quick or you gon' miss it
Like you married spittin' vows
Shittin' on you n***as
They might wanna check my vowels
Take my rhythm
On a mic, don't need no pippin
On a mic, I'll make them listen
They dissin'
I ripped them
On a mic, ha
I make 'em jump, jump
Tryna get my bucks up
Tryna get ya luck up
Facin' me, you fucked up
In the booth, I'm stuck up 'cause I know I'm the shit
Real n***a all in it, yeah they know I'm legit
Made a smooth transition to the new school
N***a made some new moves, now I run the new school
N***a, man this rap shit easy, I do this for fun
I ain't money motivated, bitch I do this for love, so
[Chorus: Kriss Kross]
Jump, jump!
The Mac Dad'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Our Daddy Mac'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Uh huh, uh huh (Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Our Daddy Mac'll make ya (Jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (Jump, jump)