De La Soul, Chi-Ali - The Mack Daddy on the Left lyrics

(Play it for me, Kick it)
(The mic men are back, okay)

Girls, girls, girls, girls
These girls I do adore
Walking down the street watchin' ladies
Aaow, watchin'

Hold up, hold up
Let's give it to the Mack Daddy
Over to the left

Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack
A moo moo moo, a jumping jack
Rock this is brain now I'm one step over
Respect your parents, they're pushovers
Chasing my fun like the IRS
My girl's too young to have big breasts
For a good time we chill by the mall
I tell her tales, some small some tall
Why, how you got peanuts, pecans
I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand
I have a curfew, she says to me
I'll take you home, look hon, you'll see
The deed was done and I thought to myself
Jeff, you're the mack and no-one else

(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)

The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz
Kids of the new biz for you
Don't try to solve it, just involve yourself
In this deadly De La dialogue
Yo, I smell black fog

That's right, me and Mase blew it to clear
Your ass straight out of this
Sector this is De La Soul wax!

So wait until your own piece of wax come out!

Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out
With his own song? And if he
Do, will he have the decency to
Change his name to a suitable public
Speaker? Yo, I don't know, but
Bring in that funky astronomical piano
For this is the take-off man Luck signing off