The Mack Daddy on the Left

(Play it for me)
(Kick it)
(The mic smith, yeah, alright) yeah
Okay

Girls, girls, girls, girls
These girls I do adore
Walking down the street watchin' ladies
(Ow) wa-watchin' you (yeah)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Let's give it to the Mack Daddy
On the left

Pity, pity, pity, pity, wack, wack, wack
A moo, moo, moo, a jumping jack
Rock the sixth grade 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 hun, you'll see"
The deed was done and I thought to myself
Jeff, you're the mack ain't no one else

(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
(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 (hey)
Yo, I smell black fog

That's right
Me and Mase blew it to clear your asteroid out of this sector
This is De La Soul wax
So wait 'til 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
This is the take-off man Luck signing off