(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

I'm gittin funky