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Ah, push it
Ah, push it Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Get up on this! Ow Baby! Salt and pepas here! Now wait a minute, yall This dance aint for everybody Only the sexy people So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance Dance, I said! Salt and Pepas here, and were in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin by day then at night working up a sewat Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know How to become number one in a hot party show Now push it Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, push it real good Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, p-push it real good Hey! Ow! Push it good! Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Yo, yo, yo, yo baby-pop Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed Can't you here the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would? Now push it Push it good P, Push it real good Ah, push it Get up on this! Boy, you really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Ah, push it |
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| 3:11 |
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Yo-ho
Chorus: Gitty up baby (gitty up, gitty up) Say what? gimmie all that you got Baby don't stop Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what? (chorus) Gitty up baby, i'm-a take you for a ride It makes your soul wild when I release vibes Freak ya down till your asthma hit ya Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya Make you wanna get your stash Blowin' like the wind, no need, got my own ends Player-haters never win 'cause I'm a ball to the end Send chill up your skin poppie Who the fake? not me Can't take what I got, can't stop me Feel the vibe, ride bass slide Yo, can't fight it ho Let it flow and move, show and prove We can do this, shake your groove thing Hold tight, ain't nothin' to this Wanna get down with skills Romance and no frills? Uh, it feels ill, don't it? Yo-ho (chorus x2) I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers Who can make it blaze like us? Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back? (girl, don't even play like that) Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got (chi-co, true baller don't stop) I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya Game so sharp that it split ya Playa what, keep your style in order (I ain't been hooked since ewing was a hoya) I'm-a party till I see the sunrise S 'n p keep the party live Keep it comin' baby (chorus) Gitty up baby Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff (say what? ) Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give me the funk, that sweet... yo-ho Yo-ho (chorus x2) Gitty up baby You can buy that Feel the bass and hi-hat You can buy that Feel the bass and hi-hat |
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| 4:27 |
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Yeah, yeah (Oooo)
Uh, hey hey All right, yeah Oooo [Chorus] What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man What a man, what a man, what a man What a mighty good man I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due To the man that's made a difference in my world And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low Cuz I never heard about him with another girl But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic To let it get me involved in that he said, she said crowd I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it And believe me y'all, he's worth it So here's to the future cuz we got through the past I finally found somebody that can make me laugh (Ha ha ha) You so crazy I think I wanna have your baby [Chorus] My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass A body like Arnold with a Denzel face He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep He always got a gift for me everytime I see him A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him He never ran a corny line once to me yet So I give him stuff that he'll never forget He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit But every time they tried I said, "That's not it" But not this man, he's got the right potion Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven And yes, it's me that he's always choosin' With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan He always has heavy conversation for the mind Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find [Chorus] My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller He takes his time and does everything right Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch Spends quality time with his kids when he can Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about Every time I need him, he always got my back Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that [Chorus] |
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| 3:57 |
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[Ow, shake it!
Yeah, oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby Yes, indeedy Funky (get down)] We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing To a funky beat with a go-go swing Everyone was watching, they stared in shock Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock- In the place with a smile on my face Some got upset and then tried to base They called us nasty, said we danced dirty Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump I was all set not to jet but to jump Spin broke it up and asked not to break Said, "They don't understand the way you..." CHORUS Shake your thang, owww Do what you wanna do I can't tell you how to catch a groove It's your thang (It's your thing) Do what you wanna do I won't tell you who to sock it to Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it We could get loose, but we can't get naked It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered Look again - see? We're just dancin' Relax a bit, now ain't that better? I think it's time for you to get a... Partner, doe-see, gather in closely I wanna see the ones that mostly Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity Do your duty and... CHORUS Come on, y'all, shake that thing You got to just show no shame I want you to shake that thing Come on, y'all, show no shame Shake your thang, yeah yeah Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby Owww, I won't tell you how to catch a groove It's my thing, and I'll swing it the way that I feel With a little seduction and some sex appeal It's Friday night, and I just got paid I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade Moving in closely, ready for the kill Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check I said, "We just met", "We can't do that yet" I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy) I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop Stick out your butt, and shake what you got CHORUS Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby It's my thing, and I shake it crazy Don't try and tell me how to party It's my dance, yup, and it's my body The shirt I wear may be low cut My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt Designer down from head to toe Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy C'mon, we both know I don't want you for your money Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind I like this song, I like this beat I'll see you later, where shall we... CHORUS |
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| 3:18 |
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the original version
What'd ya call me? [Yo yo D yo check out them girls over there man ?? ready you down? Let's roll on 'em You wid it? Come on let's do it Hey a yeah my name's Hurby Luv Bug this is my man D We're checkin' y'all out we know y'all were checking us out So we said hey what the hell just roll on over but... Y'all wanna come down over to the crib? A little place I got over there in the Hills Ya know, fat jacuzzi...we can get busy] Homegirls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this a simple rhyme Cuz this type of thing happens all the time Now what would you do if a stranger said hi? Would you dis him or would you reply? If you answer there is a chance That you'd become a victim of circumstance Am I right, fellas? Tell the truth Or else I'm-a have to show and prove You are what you are, I am what I am It just so happens that most men are... Tramp (What'd ya call me?) [Mmmm-hmmm, babe, I ain't gonna lie - you look good I know it - I look good, too But why don't you and me and my dog Go do the do] Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude? Whenever he's around he dogs your mood I know a guy like that, girl He thinks he's God's gift to the world You know that kind, excited all the time With nothing but sex on the mind I'm no stunt, on me he can't front I know the real deal, I know what they want It's me (Why?) Because I'm so sexy It's me (What?) Don't touch my body! (Boy!) Cuz you see I ain't no skeezer But on a real tip I think he's a... Tramp (What'd ya call me?) [Huh, what? Hey, whoa, wait a minute... It's not what it looks like, baby, just chill Wait a minute, where you goin'? I'm tryin' to tell you it ain't exactly... Look, what are you doin' with that bat?] On the first date he thought I was a dummy He had the nerve to tell me he loved me But of course, I knew it was a lie, y'all He undressed me with his eyeballs Trying to change the whole subject Cuz everything he said pertained to sex So I dissed him, I said, "You's a sucker! Get your dirty mind out the gutter You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots You ain't treating me like no prostitute" Then I walked away, he called me a teaser You're on a mission, kid - yo, he's a... Tramp (What'd ya call me?) [Yo, baby, come here for a second I ain't your baby, tramp You sick little... Oh yeah? Your sister] Tramp |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Talk like sex, like sex
Talk like sex, like sex Talk like sex [Let's talk about sex] This is very important (word) so I'm-a start talkin' about it Now to the people at home, to the people in the crowd It keeps coming up somehow (Yeah, so?) Don't avoid or make void the topic Drop it, drop it, but that won't stop it Talk about sex on the radio and on the video shows Many will know Tell it like it is, tell it how it could be Tell it like it was, tell it how it should be Those who think it's dirty have a choice Change the station or press pause CHORUS I wanna talk about it, there's just no way to fight it Why can't we talk about sex, baby? We need to talk about the good and bad things we encounter I wanna talk about you and me [Let's talk about sex Oh, no, here we go again What do you mean all I wanna do is sex you? Who me? Huh, that's not all I wanna do!] We have (what?) controversy (oh) that really irks me (yeah) A three-letter word I heard was a curse (so?) He may fiend and have nice dreams Cuz he saw a teen in tight jeans To react like that is natural But control it or that will Get you in the sack in a very bad rap Oh! Sometimes it's like that Are you ready or not cuz here he comes And like a dumb oops! he forgot the condoms (word!) As if he had some, but you don't buy them or even like them "But what the hell," you say, "it's chill I won't get got, I'm on the pill" Until the sores start to puff and spore He gave it to you, and now it's yours CHORUS Talk like sex, like sex Talk like sex, like sex Talk like sex [Yo, Pep, I donc12 |
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| 3:17 |
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You said it loud and I heard you
Never tried to hurt you Some say I'm old fashioned I like to take my time and do it slow You know with the flow But don't try to rush it So ride it like a horse And let nature take its course Get to know each other Be my friend not just my lover Share your thoughts with me Love my mind not just my body baby CHORUS Do you really want me baby? Let me know Cuz if you really like me I suggest you tell me so Got no time for silly games, that ain't even why I came Cuz I may be the kind of guy you like Please understand the way I feel I must have trust or there's no deal My emotion's ain't to be Played with or given free I appreciate greatly The way you toleratered me Sometimes I do act flaky I wouldn't blame you if you hate me You put up with my butt When I wouldn't give it up Yeah, I know that really sucks But if you wait awhile, I'll make it up CHORUS Who me? A tease? Brother, please You're just having bad memories About some skeeze who did the squeeze And had you on your hands and knees Look, I am telling you straight out That's not what I'm all about I'd just be playing myself out If I spent the night at your house Now don't get me wrong I didn't mean to turn you on We haven't known each other long But this is my life not just a song CHORUS |
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| 4:00 |
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Ooh, how you doin' baby?
No, not you You, the bo-legged one Yeah, Whats your name? Damn babe That sounds sexy Uh, here I go, here I go, here I go again Girls what's my weakness? Men! Okay then, chillin, chillin Mindin my buisness Yo salt I looked around And I couldn't believe this I swear, I stand, my neice my witness The brotha had it goin on wit somethin kinda Uh wicked, wicked, had to kick it I'm not shy so I asked for the digits A ho, no that don't make me See what I want Slip slide to it swiftly Felt it in my hips So I dip back to my bag a tricks Then I flip for a tip Make me wanna do tricks on him Lick him, like a lollipop should be licked Came to my senses and I chill for a bit Don't know how you do, the voodoo, that you do So well this is hell Hell makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Umm, you're packed in your stacks 'Specially in the back Brotha wanna thank ya motha for a butt like that (Thanx mom) Can I get some fries? With that shake shake booby If looks could kill you would be a uzi Your'e a shot gun, BANG! What's up with that thang? I wanna know, how does it hang? Straight up, Wait up, Hold up Mr. Lover Like Prince said, you're a sexy motha Well, I like em real wild B-boy style by the mile Smooth black skin with a smile Bright as the sun I wanna have some fun Come and gimme some'a that yum, yum Chocolate chip, Honey Dip Can I get a scoop? Baby take a ride in my coop You make me wanna shoop Shoop Shoop Eh Doop(Baby hey ay yay) Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop baby) Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Lemme bring it back to the subject Pep's on set Make ya get hot Make you work up a sweat When ya skip to my loo, my darlin Not fallin in love But I'm fallin for your, mm, mm, mm When I getcha Betcha bottom dolla you were best under pressure Yo Sandra I wanna like taste you Getcha getcha lips wet, cos it's time to have pep On your mark, get set, go Lemme go, lemme shoop To the next man in a three-peice-suit I spend all my dough Ray me cutie Shoop shoop-a-doobie Like Scooby dooby doo I love you in your big jeans You gimme nice dreams You make me wanna scream Ooh, ooh, ooh, I like what ya do, when you do, what ya do You make me wanna shoop Shoop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Oh my goodness Ooh girl look at him He is the cutest brotha in here And he's comin this way, Ooooh S & the p, wanna get with me Cool but im wicked G His skins, whatever's wiggely I hit the skins for the hell of it Just for the yell I get Mm, mm, mm for the smell of it You want my bod Heres the hot rod (hot rod) Girl we just doin yall, like i soundin like a retard (Damn) Equal lover 6'2, wanna hit you So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Mmmm I wanna shoop Shoop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Shoop Eh Doop Eh Doop Eh Doop (repeat until fade |
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| 4:04 |
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression You only live once, and you're not coming back So express yourself, yeah [Chorus] Express yourself, you gotta be you and only you, babe Express yourself, and let me be me Express yourself, don't tell me what I cannot do, baby Come on and work your body Now Joe wanna be like Bob Bob got it goin' on with no job And everything Rob got he got from Robin And everything she got she got ho-hoppin' My girl Jilly wanna be like Jackie Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry Little do they know he's bitin' on Barry Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's legit Mercedes coupe hometroop with no kit A businessman with a beeper for a reason Not like Tim because it's in this season [Chorus] Oh yeah, oh yeah Hey Pep, you up next Yes, I'm Pep and there ain't nobody Like my body, yes, I'm somebody No, I'm sorry, I'm-a rock this Mardis Gras Until the party ends, friends Yes, I'm blessed, and I know who I am I express myself on every jam I'm not a man, but I'm in command Hot damn, I got an all-girl band And I wear the gear, yeah, I wanna wear it, too I don't care, dear, go ahead and stare (oooo) Afraid to be you, livin' in fear (boo) Expression is rare, I dare you [Chorus] Oh yeah, oh yeah... Yo, excuse us while we rap Go ahead, girls, express yourself! My party, your party, anytime drop in Cold hip-hop is always rockin' Don't you like it when the music drop Jump, spread out, and stop? Now bring in the go-go (uh-oh) Look at how my butt go rock from left to the right You wanna step to me, groove me I know you wanna do me Come on now, fellas, don't fight At my door they're bum-rushin' To hear the percussion Sound of my go-go band I've long ago learned my lesson It's all about expression Will the real Salt and Pepa please stand? And... Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe Express yourself, and let me be me Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe Express yourself, come on and work that body Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah Express yourself |
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You showed me what to do, exactly what to do
When I was in love with you You showed me many of things, plenty of hard times Then I got up on it but the hard way Out there to tax, you chose me to slay I saw what you did, uh-huh, and said nothin' But watched, clocked, then I kept bluffin' And schemed to capture the skill of your rapture Master become the massa and kick at ya A plan, a new stand for this woman Made to be deadly just like the omen No more trippin', too strong to fall Shoe's on the other foot, shots are mine to call Little did you know what you were showing It hurted when you flirted, but I kept going Now the student is the teacher, you can't freak her Play the game of life, and I'll beat ya You showed me what to do, exactly what to do When I was in love with you Ohhh, it's true, I can do it, too You showed me what to say, exactly what to say In that very special way Ohhh, it's true, games were made for two You're fly, you live high off life riches Got three, four, and five fly bitches You dummy, you're so funny, leave me in stitches Honey, I command, I pull the switches Now I relieve the scratch when he itches I'm not the man, but I wear the britches So pitch your love and lies in the ditches P.S. hugs and kisses And when I tried it, I could see you fall And I decided it wasn't hard at all You showed me what to say, exactly what to say In that very special way Ohhh, it's true, games were made for two You taught it to me too, exactly what to do And now I do it well Ohhh, it's true, now you love me, too I tried it then I decided it's fun To catch the wave and ride it On from what you spawn Yo, I play like a rose, but I live like a thorn But anyhow, I do know now the tricks of the trade I ain't never gettin' played Say what you will, and do what you must It all fell apart when you betrayed my trust Don't worry, babe, you're still my main dish First on the menu but of a long list This ain't me, it's what you made me Now I'm slappin' you back with the same crap you gave me So get a grip, I'm hipper than hip And I'm sick and tired of your shit Let's make this clear, dear, I swear Never will I get dogged again, I'm outta here You showed me what to do, exactly what to do When I was in love with you Ohhh, it's true, I can do it too Ohhh, it's true |
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What's the matter with your life?
Why you gotta mess with mine? Don't keep sweatin' what I do Cuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out [Chorus] If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight It's none of your business And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend It's none of your business Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to It's none of your business So don't try to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time It's none of your business Now who do you think you are Puttin' your cheap two cents in? Don't you got nothin' to do Than worry 'bout my friends? Check it... I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin' I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer I'm not one for playing high-pole Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho I treat a man like he treats me The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me Now you can get with that or you can get with this But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business (1993, S and P, packin' and mackin' Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track Throw the beat back in!) [Chorus] How many rules am I to break before you understand That your double-standards don't mean shit to me? I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away But that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to me Now every move I make somebody's clockin' Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone? Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins If you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz? Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step Or better yet get your head checked Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars You can call me a tramp if you want to But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you Or you can front if you have to But everybody gets horny just like you So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business [Chorus] So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge? There's only one true judge, and that's God So chill, and let my Father do His job Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again... |
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| 3:31 |
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R U ready?
Pum, pump, let me see you jump Shake your rump, push it real good Break it down with the funk One love, like the LP say, right, right Music makes us high, but you've been given shade 'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade Don't be mad 'cause I got it made Diva-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass Look me up and down when I pass Vibin' with your girlfriends Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends Like no other butter, Smooth like cream, I keep in milky When I move on the scene Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell? Never fell, black queens doing it well We be the crew that you wanna step to Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds? My mic sound nice Check one, check 2, everybody make way Party people coming through Throw your hands up, put 'em up Bounce, hold steady, are you ready? We make you burn with the hot track Spin and scratch the hot wax So I could grab the microphone and climax Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof Who got the juice now? Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper Show stopper like Frankie Crocker Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through You know how we do, stay on point like a needle Who are you to judge like Ito? Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello I'm about to make the whole world bounce Make it freaky 'til you're drippin' Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin' On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it B.L.A.Q the bomb Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya Daddy came to freak it down And work ya, what time is it? P to the B to the P to the A Lay my game down precise like every day Display many styles for years I've been here Iced out sex appeal I put your lights out Pull your mics out, we rock the party Freak your body, no need for a shottie I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight All heads turn when I snatch the mic Send the party into orbit Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it Ain't nothing, party over here What you doing on the other side? We came here to get live, take a ride With the S and the P, hey, pep mc Shine every time just like the Lex be You wanna test me, don't floss We got the flow tha'll break you off Decent, leave you locked like the precinct How we get down worldwide Everybody know about the sound Let it pound in your system one time All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine |
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| 3:36 |
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You got to start me up
Start me up Start me up Come down the S to the A L T Come down the Luv to the B U G Come down the Spin to the D A Rella Come down S T double E the E in the V Come down the P to the E P A Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know? Come down to the Record Lord Come down... [Wait a minute y'all wait a minute Let's get serious for a minute Y'all havin' fun, I'm havin' fun Everybody havin' fun But you know those times when you get stressed out?] Everybody has a time in their life When things doesn't always go right It just gets harder every day And it makes you wanna run away And then I wonder where it will end Can I ever be myself again? Yo, I got hopes, and I got trust And I got you here to start me up But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Now why you lettin' them get you down? Pushin' you around until now? What's it gonna take till you realize? When you gonna open up your eyes? And how come you don't ever kiss me Or even say how much you miss me? But I got you and we got us Together we can start it up I'm fed up (fed up), word up (dead up) Got to keep my head up, don't stop or let up You're sleepin' later, time to get your bed made up Always on the loose until your dude get paid up Paid up, wait up, I'm knockin', and I'm puffin' Watch television all day doin' nothing Pushing in your liver, looks like you're ready to deliver Yo, Salt, I think it's a caesar CHORUS Well-a, well-a, w-h-h-hell-a You're caught in the rain, but you forgot your umbrella Oooo, what could you do punch-a-nella, punch-a-nella? You're trapped in a cage like an ape called Magilla And now you're ready to throw in the towel, that's kinda foul You don't give a hoot like a mute owl That's not the way I know you to be You used to be true to me, oooo-whee, what you used to do to me Shows that you got a lot to offer So brother just get offa your butt because it's gonna cost ya It rips me apart to see you like this Me and you might just be able to fight this so baby Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Yo, wait a minute (what up?), yo, you gotta wait a minute You didn't think that you would hear the "yo" Without the Turner Brother's in it? Huh, I pull the rank like a luitenent So when I said start me up, girl, I meant it You better set (set), set it off lady The brothers from Haiti ??? Serious, we get big, busy, and delirious Say Pep, hit me off with the lyrics Pepa ade donet So people come follow Now easy dibe gal Ca me a big mama Topin at the period An passin' ponda coma So poom poom breat Sav de drumma fe ya fadda Cos me ruff Ruff 'n tuff 'n Rugged 'n stuff Me might roll upa blunt 'N tek a lickle(wah) Lick shot 'n' all A uno will drop(wah) See my crutches never fail me But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS |
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Yo, Salt, your mic
Yo, Pepa, your mic Yo, Spin, you hype We're def, you're right The bass shakin', dancin' all night Booties shakin' from left to right Salt and Pepa rockin' the mic So that you might Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) You gotta twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now, boy (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Oooo, hey baby, listen, I think they're playin' our song What up? You gonna get up? Well shut up and come on I wanna feel your body close to me, lovin' and holdin' me Tight like a vice grip squeezin' all over me Yeah, that's the way, hey, don't get carried away The other boy, do what the record say And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) You make me twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Work it, work it on out (Work it on out) Work that bootie on out now, baby, ha (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Yeah, gimme gimme gimme all you got boyfriend, you should be enjoyin' A sexy girl might ease that antedote to poison Boys in the jam ask me to dance, but I say no chance I want a man who's advanced in the art of dance So when we get on a floor, he can take me on a tour And we can do it till the fluid or sweat starts to pour Down like the rain and the thunderstorm hard and strong Boy, come on, don't wait too long You better shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Yeah, work it on out now, boyfriend (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now with that stuff (Got me going) Like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Oooo, (Ah) get higher, baby (Ah) Higher, baby (Ah) Oooo, get higher, baby (Ow) Yeah, now break it down One good twist deserves a better one, a deffer one We're Salt and Pepa, together we'll have lots of fun Do it again, babe, for the hit parade Cuz Spinderella does a hell of a job keepin' the record playin' Shout like ya just sold your soul to rock 'n roll You lost control, go hit the floor And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Come on, twist and shout (Twist and shout) Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now, boy (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Come on, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake, shake, shake, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Why don't you shake it up, baby, now? (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) (Ad lib / fade) |
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| 3:27 |
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Ah, push it
Ah, push it Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Get up on this! Ow Baby! Salt and pepas here! Now wait a minute, yall This dance aint for everybody Only the sexy people So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance Dance, I said! Salt and Pepas here, and were in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin by day then at night working up a sewat Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know How to become number one in a hot party show Now push it Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, push it real good Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, p-push it real good Hey! Ow! Push it good! Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Yo, yo, yo, yo baby-pop Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed Can't you here the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would? Now push it Push it good P, Push it real good Ah, push it Get up on this! Boy, you really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Ah, push it |
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