• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Slippin' - Kid 'N Play
• Next Question - Kid 'N Play
• Make Noize - Kid 'N Play
• Last Night - Kid 'N Play
• Kid Vs Play (the Battle) - Kid 'N Play
• Gittin' Funky - Kid 'N Play
• Brother Man Get Hip - Kid 'N Play
• Bill's At The Door - Kid 'N Play
• Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody (house Party Ii Theme) - Kid 'N Play
• Toe To Toe - Kid 'N Play
• Kid Vs. Play - Kid 'N Play

[VERSE 1: Kid]
Open your eyes, picture this scene
A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene
Runnin the block like Apartheid in Africa
(Yo, I got a deal, man) He was a drug trafficker
Large (large?) You should see what I mean
Yo, look in the dictionary under 'large', it says 'Gene'
(What about guns?) Man, he takes no losses
He got more guns than the allied forces
And of course his pockets are stable
His motto is: cars, money & cable
Gold cables and rings, females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say: the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's day
(He ain't lyin) Big Gene was alway sniffin
[sniffing sounds] And steady slippin
(Keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin)
[VERSE 2: Play]
Now on the scene with Gene was five-o
In other words: the cops had to go
Cause they would always mess up the cash, and to Gene it was bad
When they rounded up his workers, it made him so damn mad
So he would always stick his boot out
When he saw the cops comin, he'd start a shoot-out
Bullets were flyin, by-standers were tryin
To escape, mothers cryin, cause their babies was dyin
Gettin caught in crossfire, and to Gene it was funny
He used to say to himself (it's all about the money)
Whatever happens in between is really nothin
Cause the end justifies the means
So he kept on doin what he did for pay
He was slept on by another kid named Jay
Jay was poppin junk to Gene at a party
( *shot* ) Sent him home in a bodybag
Word to mother, that kid Jay was in pain
And Gene got the rep as the neighborhood Saddam Hussein
Braggin about the body he caught
But Jay's boys wasn't takin no shorts
10 g's was the price on his head
So they hired a hitman to put his head to bed
And then his head started flippin
He was slippin
[VERSE 3: Kid & Play]
Well, Kid 'N Play can preach and teach
But this ain't that kinda speech
We cared enough to write this rhyme
Cause it's punks like you who are runnin out of time
Runnin from cops, runnin from whores
Runnin to crackspots, and runnin to the liquor stores
This is just a story about Genes in the nation
How they get caught up in a bad situation
Cause everytime I turn on the news
I see a blackman gettin cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed in the head with the nitestick
Just because you wanna make the fast dough
If this was Monopoly, you wouldn't pass 'go'
And if you find yourself trippin
And you fit the description
Of Gene, you the know the routine

[Kid]
Alright, we wanna thank y'all for comin down here
Listening to what we had to say
Before we go, we'd like to take a few questions
Eh - anybody that got a question?
[man]
Yo, hold up
I got a question, Kid 'N Play
How come y'all don't make records about the big brown booties?
What, y'all too clean to curse?
You can't curse?
What's up with that?
The booties...
[Kid]
Yo Play, take this one
[VERSE 1: Play]
We wanna be a part of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are frustrated, cause they wanna live like us
Don't wanna ride the bus
So with the tail pipe draggin
They choose to ride the wagon
Of a band of rappers who like braggin
About the girls they had and cold taxed
Then put the story on wax
First it was cool, Kid and I did the same
When I look at it now, the tales have changed
No simple stories when the beat kicks
They even talk about when she sucked their -
(Wow! all that? hey, why not just chill?)
Hold up Kid, it gets more ill
The records get large, and now they're stars
Drive fat cars and lead an entourage
Now all that's cool, but what about the kids around the way
Who hang on every word you say?
Got their attention, created a thirst
But it can't be filled with curse after curse after curse
Don't like to judge a man's craft
But just think before you laugh
About the money you're rakin in
There's young minds out there you're breakin in
Sorry, didn't mean a long drawn-out lesson
(Yo, nuff said) next question
[man]
Hey yo Kid 'N Play, what's up?
What's up with Vanilla Ice and Luke Skywalker tryin to dis y'all
What y'all soft or something?
Ha, what's up?
[Play]
Crazy?!
Yo Kid, you take this
[VERSE 2: Kid]
Now it never ceases to amaze
How the public jumps on every new fad and faze
Regardless to whether there's talent or not
And most times it's the talent they haven't got
But that don't matter in this day and age
Soft silly suckers seem to be the rage
So let's all sing a song of six pence
Another white boy kickin pure nonsense
He's a pitiful individual
From whom I didn't hear anything original
Claimin to dance better than those that created the Kickstep
(Is he stupid?) yup, yup
Bitin that chant from an old black frat song
Enjoy your fame, it ain't gonna last long
Pretty soon you'll get your just deserts
The brothers always boo you, and we know it hurts
Now let me pull another man's card
>From the land where the bass hits hard
Miami, where he and his bums rap
Wearin a scarf that's lookin like a dunce cap
Last year's dis didn't amount to much
You swung first, now here's the counterpunch
The only way you get attention on your records
Is cause you talk dirty and your dancers are half-naked
But after a while we got the low-down
The record sales started to slow down
Concerts cancelled, petitions passed out
Homeboy was ass out
To sum it up, you gotta be able to teach
Something positive if you're gonna fight for free speech
Comin from the 2 that's never fessin
(Very well said!) Thank you - next question
[woman]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Kid 'N Play
Why y'all always dissin the sisters
I heard you only like light-skinned girls
What's up with that?
Yo, what's up with that man!
[Play]
Yo, calm down
Yo, I'ma make this short and to the point
[VERSE 3: Kid & Play]
It's rare in life we find someone to give us love
A gift from God above
It took us long to seek it, then friends critique it
Cause they ain't the same color, or the way they speakin
It's not right
Or coincide with the fight
Ending prejudice
Not just against us
OK now, don't mean to get off track
But you've questioned my taste as though it's not black
And based on that you try to count him out
And not take the time to see what I'm about
I'll say I'm sorry if you feel that way
It's a shame, you mighta been the girl for Kid or Play
[Kid]
I'm sorry, that's all the time we have for questions right now
I'm glad we were able to clear a few things up
[Play]
Yeah yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
That's - ehm, real entertainment for ya
[both]
Proper!
(Can you dig that?)

[Kid]
The debo's back in effect
In a house party set
Catching wreck on a mic check
Before we turn it up I turn and
Give my partner a high five
Cause it's time to get LIVE
[Chorus:]
[Kid'N Play] So when I say make some you say noize!Make some!
[Audience] Noize!
[Kid'N Play] Make some!
[Audience] Noize!
[Kid'N Play] When I say make some you say noize! Make some!
[Audience] Noize!
[Kid'N Play] Make some!
[Audience] Noize!
[Verse 1: Kid]
Well it's the Kid from Kid'N Play
Now that's a rap group
I'm not that sup but I'm living phat troop
You looking that cute
The girl in the cat suit
In my back coupe rhyming on the fat loops
Oops! Feeling good pop the tape
In the tape deck
And I'ma catch wreck than catch a fat check
Check what the heck grab the mic for a mic
Check right before your eyes equalize
With the cruise next Who's next?
Who's gonna flex with the hype rhyme?
I think it's my time
I'm flowing like a pipeline
Going for the right sign
Gonna have a fine time
Name up in ? But ? doing prime time
Trying to score a touchdown
Trying to make a slam dunk
Bringing out a fat chunk
Cause the track is mad funk
Niggas try to say I never gave back
You ready for the payback?
Cause this a house party black
[Chorus:]
[Verse 2: Play]
P to the L-A-Y in the place to be
What's the matter brother? Didn't ya hear me
See! I'm the man that ya heard about
The fly darkskin brother that the girls spread the word about
And when you wonder why I get sexed more
You get bets more
Cause I'm the boy nextdoor
And when ya smile and grin
And then I go up in
And in a hour later I'm at it again,friend
And then I'm ready to go
But you don't hear me though
And I'ma bout to throw justlike RiddickBowe
I keep an even flow watch as I do the show
And I'ma flip it and kick it like ?
So don't try to say that I can't when I can Pull, watch me trample this hip hop sample
The choice is yours right?
You can either catch a cap I get slapped
Now sing the chorus jack
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Left Eye]
Knock knock ya gotta let me in
Cause I know ya got alligator skin
Underneath of your jim
And I only must pick up roughneck nigga
Check em in a sec just ta see who's bigger
The Left never ever did expect to flow it
When I say it's time to get it up
I know he can't show it
And if he make a mistake
He'll never get it
Stupid motha-what yaah
But if my hat is to the back
Then ya can sort of say it's crooked
As I look the only nookie
Gets a rough neck rookie
Just a hump-a-hump
On the back,hit the front
Take a dump,and in a stump
Roll a big fat blunt
And if he's quick to hand it to ya
Don't grab it, he only really want it
If he know he can't have it
Chase a roughneck bet you'll stay back at it Mr Butterworth ??????

[Chorus]
[Esther Williams]
Last night, last night changed it all
Last night, I really had a ball
[Verse 1]
[Kid]
(Last Night) I was on the phone
My girl was tellin' me she was all alone
So I asked her if she was down to go
To Union Square, check out the show
She said O.K, she'd never seen Red spin
In order to go she'd have to bring a friend
Thought if I hooked things up gettin' paid would be a shoo-in
Hmmm, wonder what Playboy's doin'
Called up Play and asked if he'd
Do me a favour, help me get skeezed
He said...
[Play]
"Alright, Kid, Imma do this for you
But make sure I get a piece too"
[Kid] He gave me the sign
[Play] I gave him the cue
[Kid] Picked me up in his BMW...
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
[Kid]
(Last Night) At the house we just maxed
The girls came out ready to attack
Mine was dope, but his was wack
Play looked at me and said...
[Play] "Yo, I ain't with that, I'm outta here..."
[Kid]
He wanted to lose her
We got in the car, he began to abuse her
Broke on her face, said it was a crime
He said...
[Play] "Your head's so bald I could read your mind!"
[Kid]
Aha ha, I covered my ears, tried not to listen
Laughin' so hard at how Play was dissin' her
All the way to Union Square
Hip-hoppers and coppers were everywhere
I have to admit it was quite a scare, y'all
(Brooklyn! Brooklyn!) Yeah, that's right
Was terrorizin' the Square
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 3]
[Play]
(Last Night) I shoulda stayed at home
Now I'm stuck with a girl who won't leave me alone
Stoppin' the car to end this ride
Steppin' on line to get inside
Gettin' ends together to pay my fee and
Choked when she said ("Playboy is treatin'")
"No, I ain't payin'! You know what I'm sayin'?!"
[Kid] "Yo, don't listen to him girls, hey, he's only playin'"
[Play]
She was lucky, word, cos I was set to ill
But Kid winked, slipped me ten and said ("Chill!")
We were finally inside, man, the music was dope
'til a troop bum-rushed a guy for his rope
The next thing I knew a war broke out
Kid and his dipped north, me and mine skipped south...
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 4]
[Play]
(Last Night) My man Hurb rocked beats
People started to dance and the riffin' ceased
I chilled upon the wall to catch my breath
Until this girlie jumped up and said, ("This jam is def!")
I saw she was a rebel, I was feelin' faint
The hot body of a devil, the face of saint
Could I have been wrong all night long?
Was this the girlie I've been breaking on?
Upon further inspection I noticed somethin'
She was more than def, this girl was pumpin'
I felt small, as small as an elf
After the things I said I know I played myself
But I kicked it live and I must admit it
It sounded good when she said, ("I'm with it!")

[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, it makes you to step to him
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?
He-he, 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 the Kid's much more than hair and a smile
[Kid]
He-he
There it is, the hype shit
[Play]
Oh, I see
Think you all that now?
[Kid]
And then some
[Play]
Alright, bust it
[Play]
Anything you can do, I can do better
I can do anything better than you
[Kid]
No you can't
[Play]
Yes I can
[Kid]
No you can't
[Play]
Yes I can
[Kid]
No you can't
[Play]
Yes I can
Yes I can, boy
[Play]
It's my party and I rhyme if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front to
Diss, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever stepped to this
Microphone wizard, so come on, place your bet
Is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Why put your money on a sorry old poor thing
When you can get behind a sure thing
And that's me, the capital P on the hype tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay I'll pass you by curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
Let Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in
[Play]
Am I paid or what?
[Kid]
Man, you livin some kind of foul
[Play]
Crazy
[Kid]
Alright, two can play at this game
[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
Once again..
[Kid]
The boy's blowin smoke 'bout what he wanna be
But it isn't and wasn't and it ain't never gonna be
Possible, cause I got lots of pull
And when you rhyme - ooh, there's lots of bull
When it comes time to step to a mic I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't Kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause 'Kid' spelled backwards describes you best
Look around, watch the people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issue a challenge, yeah, you do it up
Step to the stage - too late, I blew it up
The knowledge to build, just filled with excellence
You heard the rhyme, you been petro ever since
There's no missin the words that I laid out

(Come on)
(Come on baby)
(Yeah)
The ingredients for comin correct we select
On the set beats and rhymes that are both in check
Hurby's behind the board cold gettin respect
We are Kid 'n Play in total effect
We're getttin funky, up to par
And that's with a hyped up beat just playin on the guitar
You'll feel the bass, it's soft and wet - yes, honey
You'll get a taste, but not just yet - right, money?
The beat is live, troop, so don't front on it
Get it while the getting's good and just jump on it
Minute by minute, yo, hour by hour
Kid 'n Play got soul power
We're gittin funky
We're not profilin, we're freestylin
Got you dancin in the aisle and, you be smilin
From ear to ear, let's make this clear, dear
Ridin the range on the rap frontier
Here, is where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if you're feelin down we're gonna cure that
With the hyped up sound makin sure that
A troopers gonna say at the end of the night
That the boys were right and they rocked the mic
Gittin funky
Just call me Play I say, you gotta listen close
If you don't dance to this, then you're comatose
Cause I'm fierce, I'll pierce your soul
Step back, relax, Jack, watch the heads roll
A rhymin editor, competator competative
So hyper you're gonna need a sedative
Just take a hike on a bike when I'm on the mic
Told you I'm a cobra, I'm ready to strike
Administer, sinister, right, so savage
Axe to the wax, I'm gonna do damage
Like a volcano about to erupt
Get set, I'm gonna wind it up
I'm gittin funky
I see you standin with the dumb look on your face
Hey, if you came here to stand, you're in the wrong place
You got to move your feet so there's no doubt
Cause when I drop the beat it's time to work out
Onto the floor, let's start to go off
This ain't hardcore.. but yo, it ain't soft
You been throwin wack rhymes at me
Right 'n exact, I'm doin exactly
What I wanna do, and what you gonna do
Is clap your hands when I get in front of you
Hype beats and rhymes are the recipe
Yo man - don't even mess with me
We're gittin funky
A style that's bold, so cold that it'll freeze ya
Numb your mind, give ya amnesia
You'll forget why you ever stepped up to bat
You try to dis, hah, we'll have none of that
Listen to me, I'm known to please, gonna
Lift up the crowd like Hercules when I
I step to the stage the microphone I seize
And defy you to try and take it from me
Your brain must be numb if you think you got my number
Boy, you're just dumb and I think you're gettin dumber
To think that you could handle the Kid, ha-ha, just to dis
Yo, I'm the best at this

(We want brotherman to get hip)
[VERSE 1]
We dropped and left it on the program
This ain't a slow jam
Frustratin rappers with our dope jam
I mean a record we can all dance to
And at the same time prove our point to you
Forget the clean-cutted (what?)
Kid 'n play don't play, this time we're comin rough & rugged
You're rappin like a Sunday driver, who's comin liver?
Kid and Play, Play and Kid, two survivors
Kid on the mic, add Play to make it greater
It's see you later alligator when Wiz rocks the fader
Listen to the rhyme cause I'm gonna pass the time
He's gonna blast your mind, cause I'm a mastermind
I'm steady slayin, preyin, you'll be stayin, friend
Watch what you're sayin when, it's Kid 'n Play again
Pumpin and jumpin, you know that I'm a go-getter
Stop frontin and stuntin, boy, you know you just better
Remember the face, remember the voice
Remember Kid 'n Play when it comes to the choice
For MC of the year, one down the roster
Open up the envelope, give us the Oscar
Yo, we'll keep it pumpin tough
We'll give you somethin rough
So stop your frontin cause, you know it's us
We're a duo and you don't know just who you're messin with
So stop you're guessin, kids
Here's what the message is
(We want brotherman to get hip)
[VERSE 2]
Now I'm the Kid, oh, did you know it?
I had to show it that I was a cool, keen freestyle poet
I glide and stride with pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-c
Will show I know how to flow
On the mic I strike a blow
And throw toe to toe
Brothers wanna own what I write and use my strategy
I bust a rhyme on the mic and they get mad at me
The light-skinned brother takin no shorts
Yo, who is that rappin on contact sport?
I ain't tellin it, records, keep sellin it
Y'all keep yellin to the rhythm that's so compellin
That's right, on the mic what we're sayin is vital
Kid 'n Play, the new matinee idols
You know what time it is, that's our claim to fame
You know who our producer is, don't have to say his name
Let it be known yeah, there'll be a scandal, see
If you're dissed, we're idolmakers family
So get hip to this, we're equipped for this
Built for speeed indeed, so just skip to this
Rhythm is what we give em to keep em steady
Count it off - 1-2-3-4 - are you ready?
See, cause I'm goin for mine
Boy, you know the time, partners in rhyme
Musically attached to a beat that swings
Kid 'n Play are here runnin things
Ain't talkin 'bout another man
So brotherman, get hip to this
And just do the Kid 'n Play kick step to this
We're givin you exactly what you want again
So don't you front again, we'll tell you once again

[The J.B.'s] (Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...)
[VERSE 1: Play]
I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory
Overworked, underpaid, was a fact for me
But I had to get the money right
Cause the money was tighter than a skirt on a hooker
Then I took a look around
Seen my friends drivin Benzes, gettin paid
(Alright, everybody, get your hands up over your head and nobody move!)
...Until the drug raid
Oh well, I rather be broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me the hell alone
They just cut off the telephone
They send me nasty letters at home
Sayin that they wanna sue, cause my payments are due
Yo, didn't I just finish payin you?
All these payments, madness and mayhem
Gotta go to church and say Aaaa-men
God, help me pay them!
Now I'm sure you've heard this story before
(Knock-knock) Who is it?
(Knock-knock) Who is it?!
Bill's at the door
(Kid 'N Play) (pass the peas) [repeated]
[VERSE 2: Kid]
I know it look like I'm livin in the lap of luxury
But I can't function, bee
I need hot water and heat to take a bath
My high-top fade trimmed, so I don't look like a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak, my money is spent
And still haven't paid the rent
I need a raise, but now I need a place to stay
I need a bank account that I can count on
With a decent amount in it
That I can't count on my fingers
I wanna live like those rappers and singers
Hm - I'll rap a little, maybe I'll fiddle with that
Anything is better than breakin my back
So many headaches, now I'm askin for Aspirine and more pills
Damn, more bills
There's gotta be a brighter day, a better way, well, anyway
I can't take it no more
(Knock-knock) Who is it?
(Knock-knock) Who is it?!
Bill's at the door
(Kid 'N Play) (pass the peas) [repeated]
(...now everybody say)
[Sadat X] (Pete Rock from the Vernon)
[VERSE 3: Kid & Play]
Now we're makin movies, records, and a little more dough
I bet you bet the bills were gone - (word yo, hell no!)
The more money you make and the more you stand out
The more money to take when these bill collectors hand out
Diggin in your pocket too far
The repo man was starin at my car
Yo, I thought you was in charge livin large?
Chill, all I wanna do is dodge
Bill collectors, and rip up my charge cards
Cause these bills, they attack (like a pitbull)
Can't sleep at night (can't even sit still)
I don't wanna get knocked out the box like Redd Foxx or Willie Nelson
So I keep on making cartoons and movies and records, and anything else, and eh
Just when I think I'm too big for my britches
Just when I am about to burn bridges
I think twice, cause Kid 'N Play are just too nice
And 2 hype tongiht to bite the bullet
You got a fly girl? I pull it
But the only thing that I can't ingore
The only thing I can't take no more
The only thing that makes me go out and do more tours
(Man, shit) yeah, you guessed it - Bill's at the door
Gotta break away, gotta break away, gotta [x2]
(Kid 'N Play) (pass the peas) [repeated]
(..now everybody say)

awww yeah uh uh
feels good
[Kid]
The time has come to end joy itself
I've left my problems up on the shelf
The work days over and I've got it made
like Johnny Kemp said I just got paid
And I'm ready to mangle young man single and free
Ready to get busy, down to party hardy and have a good time
All I need is a partner in crime
Call up the homies and hope they might
Say they down to pay town rent tonight
look in the closet and pull out the hype gear
pull up the hightop fade and I'm outta here
Do a disco on a party of some kind
hope that I would find myself a good time
Before I'm through and the night is done
Man I'm gonna have some fun
[Chorus:]
Ain't gone hurt nobody we just dancin ya'll
Ain't gone hurt nobody out there on the floor
Ain't gone hurt nobody we just dancin ain't we
Ain't gone hurt nobody gonna give you more
o yeah yeah
[Play]
if you lookin' for war step on the dance floor
Check your coat and troubles at the door
cause we sure you gonna see us smile today
The problems of the world seem miles away
The only thing that matters is a good time
That can be had with the help of a good ryme
The DJ's hype well and up to par
uh-oh there goes a cutie at the bar
So I stroll on over to her and say hi
And tell her I'm the P-L-A-Y
And would you like to dance awhile
I'll do anything to see your smile
See my job is to tell you how
after a couple of songs I'll require
having fun well i ain't done
The best is yet to come
[Chorus]
[Kid and Play]
The music's hype and if it's alright with you
I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the night with you
No kidding babe we could make some noise
You and your girls me and my boys
Just feelin like a night filled with pleasure
We could take it slow with no presure
Enuough respect,you won't regret
This will be a night you won't soon forget
And thats a promise from me to you
Take my hand girl I'm gonna see you through
You don't stroke me as a woman that fronts
Here's your chance, you only live once
I wanna here you say what a blast Kid
We sure had good fun while it lasted
Hang out with friends, hit the skins
Next week we're gonna do it again

Toe To Toe
Intro:
(spoken)
Wiz press the button
yo Wiz press the button down with your nose
Play I'm gonna need a little more energy from you
OK
ladies and gentlemen Martin Lawrence
boo
this is Marin Lawrence's First video visit to a
recording studio
and his last
Verse 1:
toe to toe Kid 'N Play's on a roll again
it's only right that we keep the crowd dancin'
the rhymes are dope the tempo is steady
you ready let's rip up the floor like confetti
cause we'ed never fess or front
when it's time to get hyped on the mic or on a fly dance tip
paid to entertain ya never short change ya
but if you run out of breath it means danger
now I seen alotta kick step impressionist
but I'm not impressed so I guess that it must be a diss
get it together we might seem soft but we ain't havin' it
Kid 'N Play get takin' out I can't imagine it
set the rcord strait as an arrow
I see alotta dancers but the floor is narrow
so Wiz give me a scratch and drop the beat
and check the meters so we can show them who's the dance leaders
we're letting you know we're ready to go so get up
you thought you were hot
played with fire and got lit up
round for round, step for step, show for show
Kid 'N Play's ready to go toe to toe
Verse 2:
Kid the mic master dance perfectionist
split, drop, twist like a gold metalist
even though legandary as I might be
suckas wanna try and kick step all over me
first I ignore them and try to be cool about it
but here I am at a club man it's too crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop fade was a ceasar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see anybody over there fallin' off
I didn't think so he tryed to wink yo
ain't nobody here takin' my rank so chill
or you're gonna force my hand on the floor
prepare for som torture man
just kickin' in stereo and video
that's how you know we're ready to go toe to toe
Verse 3:
Play's gonna settle the score 'cause I'ma floor wrecka
you can't give more 'cause you're a poor stepper
watch me shift gears here's an example
the oraginal tramp is gonna trample hard
prepare to get scared I wear a medium
come on Play you know you large
now that may well be but, my mind tells me
to step with pep each time I here a bell see
Dj Wiz conductin' like a band leader
that boy's a man eatter he makes the jams sweeter
toe to toe let's throw like a slugfest
and when wr're done we'll see who cuts a rug best
go for it let nothin' stop ya
just slamin' and jammin' like the Phantom Of The Opera
out of the blue comming thru like a champ at it
after the house party the boy's still trampin'
competition done it's automatic
if you got beef or want to start static
with the brothers with the high and low cameos
that's how you know we're ready to go toe to toe

(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 the Kid's much more than hair and a smile
(Kid)
Ha-ha
There it is, the hype shit
(Play)
Oh, I see
Think you all that now?
(Kid)
Yup
And then some
(Play)
Alright, bust it
(Play)
Anything you can do, I can do better
I can do anything better than you
(Kid)
No you can't
(Play)
Yes I can
(Kid)
No you can't
(Play)
Yes I can
(Kid)
No you can't
(Play)
Yes I can
Yes I can, boy
(Play)
It's my party and I rhyme if I want to
Be careful and don't you step to the front to
Diss, cause I'ma dismiss with a death kiss
And make you sorry that you ever stepped to this
Microphone wizard, so come on, place your bet
Is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
Why put your money on a sorry old poor thing
When you can get behind a sure thing
And that's me, the capital P on the hype tip
One false move and you'll get your ass whipped
Just tell me how the rhymes and the cuts sound
You won't start feelin the pain till you touch ground
Boy, you're goin way out, I'm ready to serve you
If you can stay out pass your pop's curfew
Look at him, already a has-been
Let Uncle Play say a rhyme that'll tuck your ass in
(Play)
Huh
Am I paid or what?
(Kid)
Man, you livin some kind of foul
(Play)
Crazy
(Kid)
Alright, two can play at this game
(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
Once again..
(Kid)
The boy's blowin smoke 'bout what he wanna be
But it isn't and wasn't and it ain't never gonna be
Possible, cause I got lots of pull
And when you rhyme - ooh, there's lots of bull
When it comes time to step to a mic I don't sit around
Play, you know I don't Kid around
So come with it, boy, don't even hide your best
Cause 'Kid' spelled backwards describes you best
Look around, watch the people clap hands in unity
As the momentum swings from you to me
You issued a challenge, yeah, you do it up
Step to the stage - too late, I blew it up
The knowledge to build, just filled with excellence
You heard the rhyme, you been petro ever since
There's no missin the words that I laid out
You didn't Play, you just got Played out