(Play)
It's the P-l-a-y, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend of the Tramp begins
The party host with the most giving you a dose, see
Needing instructions, so listen closely
Two lines form, and make sure you step soon
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with feelings that you never felt
Another notch in the belt
It's no secret, I like to freak with the best of them
Then head to the stage in a test of men
And when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the victorious one
(Play)
Yeah
Dope, ain't it?
Ha-ha, I know
(Kid)
Man, gimme that mic!
(Play)
Oh, you want some of this?
(Kid)
Yo, it's my turn
(Play)
Yeah, go for yours
(Kid)
Anything you can do, I can do better
I can do anything better than you
(Play)
No you can't
(Kid)
Yes I can
(Play)
No you can't
(Kid)
Yes I can
(Play)
No you can't
(Kid)
Yes I can
Yes I can
(Kid)
I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With a style that's wild yet so unique
I can't be stopped from reachin my peak
Because givin my all and all, that's how I gotta live
It's my prerogative, so you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid, he's a grand man
Cause I bust a handstand on American Bandstand
With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
Straight out the 80s right into the 90s
Givin you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic's got juice you know I'ma
Keep whalin, you know I have you starin a while
Because t
