Alright
Just kick a little somethin? for them cars that be bumpin?
Somethin? real smooth
You can just ride to
Something like this here
Here we go
Hold tight, hold tight, sey wi haf fe hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, sey wi haf fe hold tight
Tell dem mista Cat Daddy haf fe hold tight
Tell dem Kris Kross, every ting is alright
Comin? down de place and you're feelin? right
You pon mi all da players and you hold your girl tight
Tell dem mista Cat dey man, he gentle night
So hold tight-tight and every ting is alright
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
I went to school without a fool tryin? to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
(Lookin? and feelin? like nothin? but a Mac, see)
The bell rang and I got my dash
Feelin? good ?cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms trippin?, so me and my mom went dippin?
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin?
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin? from they ride to my ride and to the Mac
(I says, I am what I am, that's who I be?)
And y?all shoulda seen how they was tryin? to get to me
(Cool) ?Cause dissin? them don't pay
They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day
And all that love keeps me and Chris tight
Long as we give some love back everything's alright
Hold tight, hold tight, sey wi haf fe hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, sey wi haf fe hold tight
Tell dem mista Cat Daddy haf fe hold tight
Tell dem Kris Kross, every ting is alright
Comin? down de place and you're feelin? right
You pon mi all da players and you hold your girl tight
Tell dem mista Cat dey man, he gentle night
So hold tight-tight and every ting is alright
Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin? through my hood
And I see the one that used to do the dirt that turned good
Little kids tryin? to be like me
With the braids, the shades, some pants, and some Nikes, G
And gettin? more better then a letter sayin?
?I'm your number one fan, could you write me back, man??
(Yes) I try not to pass on the autograph
I try to do as many as I can
Now it feels good when I'm rollin? through my hood
And ain't nobody dissin? sayin?, ?The nigga thinks he's too good?
?Cause I'm down like four flat tires
Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj?
Showin? I can do right and not do wrong
Rappers and the BGs comin? up strong and
We ain't got no love for the other side
We only love those that love us back, right
Hold tight, hold tight, sey why haf fe hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, sey why haf fe hold tight
Tell dem mista Cat Daddy haf fe hold tight
Tell dem Kris Kross, every ting is alright
Comin? down de place and you're feelin? right
You pon mi all da players and you hold your girl tight
Tell dem mista Cat dey man, he gentle night
So hold tight-tight and every ting is alright
Now people seem to think what I do is a blast
?Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin? some cash
But they don't know
(Really though), the pressure it is
For some kids tryin? to make it in this here biz
Early mornin? interviews, then we get to school
Step from school
Back to interviews, then it's on to other dues
So, warm it up, Kris
I said, ?Ya warm it up, Kris?
(That's what I was born to do )
Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side to side
If the feelin? that your feelin? is a feelin? that's right
See, I ain't come out whack, I come out right
Unlike those Moes that chose to pass the mic
It's the Daddy Mac {Big baby}, everything is real
But you wanna diss ?cause a nigga sold a couple mill? {Look here}
You can't say nothin? if your last in the line
So when you diss, it just lets me know I'm on your mind and it's alright
Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
Well, no matter if you're black or it no matter if you're white
Just come on de oh so make we all unite
Tell dem Kris Kross dem a jump on the mic
And make wi dance till the mornin? light
Tell dem Kris Kross are the people's choice
Why haf fe dance dance until daylight
Your girl and da all the ??? and you hold on tight
And dance to the people's choice
Tell dem Kris Kross dem appeared on the mic
Dance hall, come the vibes is right
Tell dem mista Cat pon de mic got
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, check it out
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, check it out
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, check it out
Writer(s): Steven R. Arrington, Thomas Henry Lockett, Raymond Guy Turner, Stephen T. Young, William Maragh, Mark L. Adams, Daniel Webster, Mark F. Hicks, Jermaine Dupri
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