Hey SexyKris Kross

[LADIES]
Hey, sexy. What's your name?

Daddy Mac: (Yeah, baby, what's up?)
Woman: (Baby?)
Daddy Mac: (What? You don't know the C Connection?)
Woman: (Baby)
Daddy Mac: (Hey, this is the Daddy Mac right here, straight servin')
Woman: (Oh, really?)
Mac Daddy: (Oh, I thought you knew. It's the Mac Daddy
Mackin' hoes 24 to the 7.)
Woman: (Mm..)

Chris Terry: (What's my name? What's your name?
I'm that player Chris Terry)
Woman: (Y'all look young)
Chris Terry: (Oh, we look too young?
Hey, won't you tell them silly freaks how old we are)

Verse 1: [MAC DADDY: Chris Kelly]
I say I'm 17 now but women treat me like I'm 21
Doing things in the game that ain't never been done
For makin' girls that was twice my age (uh huh)
Gettin' price to play (uh huh) then put on a nigga on a day to day basis
Relaxin' with the finest girls in the world
Stayin' out late, comin' home in the early morning
Yawnin' I'm just waking up
Rolled up with the prize by that nice cut up
Now who would've thought that the M-A-C could come so clean
I keep a girl on the cover of a magazine
For 'sho physquite, the type of girl you like

That kinda dip you wanna make for your wife (now that's a jazzy ho)
So I guess the gift is given to me
The gift of gab of having a mackin' ability
No matter where I go, no matter who I see
They all say the same thing that I'm so sexy

Chorus: [LADIES]
Hey sexy, what's your name?
Mac Daddy: (My name's M-A-C and you know I got game)
Hey sexy, what's your name?
Daddy Mac: (I'm the nigga Daddy Mac and I'll tell you the same)
Hey sexy, what's your name?
Chris Terry: (I'm that player Chris Terry here to claim my fame)
Hey sexy, what's the clique go by?
Kris Kross & Chris Terry: C Connection for life until the day that we die

Verse 2: [DADDY MAC: Chris Smith]
I say I'm 16 now but woman treat me like I'm 21
Go all around the world meeting girls, havin' fun
And in the last four years of my life, it's like a dream
To experience some things that you couldn't believe
That see me is the last thing you would do
Cuz I'm that type of nigga to have you think
That I'm really in love with you
I know you ladies might say "that's a shame"
But I'm a mack and I'm ballin' in a big boy's game
Same thing goes for you jazzy hoes
You try to keep a nigga flat out broke with no go
But I'm a let you know that that is so impossible
Daddy Mac, Mac Daddy remember started years ago
So I guess (what) the gift (uh huh) is given to me
The gift of gab of havin' a mackin' ability
No matter where I go, no matter who I see
They all say the same thing: "Chris, you so sexy"

Chorus (repeat)

Verse 3: [Chris Terry]
Ladies, it's player Chris Terry and women treat me like a king
Since I came by things from Benz' to diamond rings
And it seems that it ain't really changed for the season
Long as I'm breathing, you know I gots to keep on creepin' (whoo)
Up on a million before the age of 21 (uh huh)
I'm only 19, sippin' Dom Perignon
On the run from the broads who been tryin' to creep
C.T. ain't 'bout to sleep all you scandalous freaks
I have a dream of gettin' rich, Rolex across my wrist
Stacks of hundred dollar bills, big mansion on the hill
And it's real deal pimpin' when it come to the C
Connection in respect, son instantly
I wine and dine with nigga wife-like to freak with mine (mine)
And if she low fine, I'm a scoop her up one more time (one more time)
I got them girls dreamin' (feenin')
When me and my crew hit the town
This where we got all my hoes screamin'

Chorus (repeat)