🎤 “MAC DADDY — THREE LEGS, STILL ON POINT” [Intro] Yeah… This one go out to Maverick… Macadoo… Mac Daddy himself. Had a bum leg— but don't get it twisted… That cat was STILL ON POINT. 😼 [Verse 1] Mac Daddy walked in, everybody made room, Three-leg shuffle like he owned the whole room. Maverick in the cut, yeah, he stayed low-key, But one little rustle—he'd be there instantly. He'd limp to the room like, “What's that sound?” Open up a tuna can—Mac Daddy came around. Couldn't run full speed, but he had that radar, Hear a treat bag open from three rooms afar. He'd post by the window like a neighborhood cop, Watching every squirrel that dared to hop. Car pulled up—Mac Daddy locked in, “Unauthorized visitor!”—then he disappeared again. 😂 [Hook] Mac Daddy! Macadoo! Maverick's coming through! Bum leg, big heart, Still knew what to do. Couldn't chase the mice like he did back then, But he'd stare one down like, “Try that again.” Three legs moving but the attitude stayed— Mac Daddy on point like he never got played. [Verse 2] He had that gangster limp, but the swagger was clean, Little dude walked like he'd been running the scene. Didn't need four paws to establish the law, One look from Mac Daddy had you watching your jaw. He'd climb up the bed—take his favorite throne, Look around the room like, “Yeah, this is my home.” I'd say, “Maverick, get down”—he'd look at me twice, Then turn his head slowly like, “You wanna give that advice?” 😂 Midnight patrol, hear him padding down the hall, thump… scratch… thump—then silence by the wall. I knew he was working, conducting his rounds, Mac Daddy the detective checking all the sounds. [Hook] Mac Daddy! Macadoo! Maverick's coming through! Bum leg, big heart, Still knew what to do. Didn't need four wheels, didn't need no cane, Still had enough attitude to run the whole game. A little bit crooked, but perfectly made— Mac Daddy stayed sharp till the end of his days. [Verse 3] If love was currency, that cat would've been rich, Had a permanent seat and a permanent dish. He'd curl up beside me when the night got cold, Purring like a motor with a story untold. And yeah, that leg wasn't always working right, But Mac never let that steal his fight. He adapted his moves, figured out his way, Still showed up every single damn day. Maverick… Macadoo… Mac Daddy the king, Never needed perfect legs to do his thing. Funny little legend with a heavyweight heart, Even when his body slowed— his spirit stayed sharp. [Outro] So here's to Mac Daddy, wherever cats roam, The three-legged king who made anywhere home. Maverick, Macadoo, you know the name— Bum leg or not… MAC DADDY STILL RAN THE GAME. 🐈⬛👑 Yeah… Mac Daddy. Still on point. 😼
