Yo you can keep that, cause I don't need that, I'm rappin' slang at shows, bangin' the feedback, so put your hands down, people just sit down, nobody yell, no one tell me to get down, this is for respect better check my mic check, the papers thankin' me for raps I ain't even write yet, so save your cliches and wait for dj's who only spin compact discs, the hat fits you should wear it, tip it to the side of your brow, say holy cow, don't know how Playdough's rockin' it now, I got the know-how I can slow down if need be, believe me I can make this junk seem easy but it ain't so trust that I bust with dopeness, hope for the hopeless, the person who wrote this is ready for it here, steady tour a year, paid in respect and I'm waitin' till the check clears

Chorus:
Nobody stand up (just tip your hat)
Don't throw your hands up (just tip your hat)
Nobody say ho (just tip your hat)
Just pull it way low (just tip your hat)
Nobody stand up (just tip your hat)
Don't throw your hands up (just tip your hat)
Nobody say ho (just tip your hat)
Now this is Playdough, suckas can't get with that

Come grab ahold wit' it, fill up your soul wit' it, it's hip hop you can rock you can roll wit' it, it's all been done before and there ain't nothin' more that I can tell you you ain't heard a million times before, so while I'm rockin' it just do the opposite, if they say vanilla then we say it's chocolate, nobody can tell me what to do, comin' through, with a couple handwritten notes and I.O.U.'s that I was countin' on hopefully to do some cashin', if the route fits my outfits will look so smashin', I'm payin' high dues and I was hopin' this here, could be the rap that got me first and the verse of the year, is this a career or somethin' I should do on the weekend, my seekin' got me almost famous speakin', professional wit' it, press and pull wit' it, sharp precise and nice the rest dull-witted