[ ] This song goes out to my boy J-Dubs whos keepin it over in Bradford Pa
It's the P-l-a-y, just to say hi Askin you may I, tell you the day I up a microphone, a pad and a pen The legend of the Tramp The party host with the giving you a dose, see Needing instructions, so listen Two lines form, it you to step to him at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom The is Play, don't dare play me cheap The microphone is a and I'ma sweep ya Off your feet with feelings you never felt Another in the belt It's no secret, I to freak with the best of them Then to the stage in a test of men And it's done and said and said and done Play's gonna be the one
[ ] Dope, it? He-he, I [ Kid ] Man, gimme mic! [ ] Oh, you want of this? [ Kid ] Yo, it's my [ ] Yeah, go for
[ Kid ] you can do, I can do better I can do anything better you [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can Yes I can
[ Kid ] I'm never fessin, possessin the tools it takes to rock I think time for the new kid on the block a style that's wild yet so unique I be stopped from reachin my peak Because givin my all and all, how I gotta live my prerogative, so you know I gotta give More for the dancefloor and I'ma give sore Kids and buzzin just like a chainsaw I em say: Damn man, that Kid, he's a grand man I bust a handstand on American Bandstand With these I please with and make your mind freeze Straight out the 80s right the 90s Givin you the highs and lows like a And if the mic's got juice you I'ma Keep whalin, you know I have you a while Because the much more than hair and a smile
[ Kid ] There it is, the shit [ ] Oh, I see Think you all now? [ Kid ] Yup And then [ ] Alright, it
[ ] you can do, I can do better
I can do better than you [ Kid ] No you [ ] Yes I can [ Kid ] No you [ ] Yes I can [ Kid ] No you [ ] Yes I can Yes I can, boy
[ ] It's my party and I rhyme if I to Be careful and you step to the front to Diss, cause I'ma dismiss with a death And make you sorry that you ever to this Microphone wizard, so come on, place bet Is it gonna be me or Why put money on a sorry old poor thing When you can get behind a thing And that's me, the P on the hype tip One false move and you'll get ass whipped tell me how the rhymes and the cuts sound You won't feelin the pain till you touch ground Boy, goin way out, I'm ready to serve you If you can stay I'll pass you by at him, already a has-been Let Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck ass in
[ ] Huh Am I paid or [ Kid ] Man, you livin kind of foul [ ] [ Kid ] Alright, two can play at this
[ Kid ] Anything you can do, I can do I can do better than you [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can [ ] No you [ Kid ] Yes I can again..
[ Kid ] The boy's blowin smoke what he wanna be But it isn't and and it ain't never gonna be Possible, I got lots of pull And when you rhyme - ooh, there's lots of it comes time to step to a mic I don't sit around Play, you I don't Kid around So come with it, boy, don't even hide your 'Kid' spelled backwards describes you best Look around, watch the clap hands in unity As the momentum from you to me You a challenge, yeah, you do it up to the stage - too late, I blew it up The knowledge to build, just filled with You the rhyme, you been petro ever since There's no missin the words I laid out You didn't Play, you got Played out