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Pepa...
Yes, Salt? Are the mics loud enough? Yes, Salt Shall we begin? Yes, Salt |
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I'm Salt here to resource so start steppin'
When me and my homegirl Pepa start pepperin' Try and dis the girls, try to stand tall shorty The girls got naughty - we went Top Forty Call in the troops, we're comin' out blazin' Ill if you will there ain't no savin' The queens have been ordained You can't play me boy, I'm no game It takes two to dance so c'mon let's tango Us on the mics and y'all on the dance floor It's a Salt and Pepa affair, yeah Never ever no static, beats will come out clear Title after title we take Rack 'em up we're gonna tally 'em And when we're done you're gonna need a valium To calm your nerves, after I bomb your nerves The quiet comes after the storm is heard And I'm stormin' long and strong, I can't go wrong Watch me get into this rap song Like a river I flow into the mic I'll blow Make sure it's on as Spinderella drops the beats so |
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[You want me to say it now?
C'mon, let's go!] All you cats in the back if you ain't wack If you're on the side flygirls and guys All the people in the middle when Spin drops the needle If there's moneymakers in the front, you know what I want I went to a party the other day around the way With my partner, her name P-E-P-A We were dressed to kill, ready and willin' to make a killin' Met Spinderella at the door, what was she doin' Salt? Chillin' We walked inside a man asked the three for ID When he found out who we was he said, "Go ahead girls, y'all can go in free The drinks are on the house, anything you want is yours" Then he gave us the keys to the V.I.P. doors I said... CHORUS "Hey, you, I like it like that!" Hey, you, I like it like this If I had a wish before I die I'd like to have it like this for the rest of my life Chillin' at the bar drinking Moet and caviar People pointin' at us cuz they know who we are Word had gotten around that S-N-P was in the place Now they gathered around to get a little taste "Yo, please, baby, please, I wanna hear you MC" Is what this guy and his friend had said to Pepa and me Although we tried to resist, but then I said, "Hey, what's the use? One song won't hurt, and besides, his friend is cute" Spindy got on a set, handed a mic to me and Pep Then we started to rhyme, and I'm sure you know the rest They said... CHORUS It feels good when people are on it, don't it? You know it does Being treated like a queen on any scene just like we was Call it juice, call it jocks, whatever it is I know it rocks Till you sweat me and expect me to like it a lot And say... CHORUS [Yo, what are you doin'? Put the beat back on C'mon, stop playin' around Hurb! Yeah, boy, you know...you know we need some (bass!) Yeah, it's chill now It's ok, now let it play so we can say...] CHORUS |
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As I was way in the back I noticed that
Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats Then I decided to slow down the tempo To let you catch your breath so Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of Syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Yeah, gimme some soul power Everybody needs soul power I'm the Pepa, much deffer Half-stepper? No, I'm never World renowned as a vocalist When Salt is not around I'm a soloist Puttin' pep in your step seriously Conquest is the best lyrically The mic is a component I use on my opponents Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it? Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower And full of soul power All I got is sycopated soul power All you need is sycopated soul power Cold kickin' soul power Steady kickin' soul power Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute I'm gonna tell you what to do with it Wave it like a flag, dirty rag Keep 'em there till they get jet lag Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on If Salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong Meet the mix empress, Spinderella, head on And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies If I ain't done rappin' yo, Spin, keep cuttin' Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now We on a roll with syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Soul power, soul power Soul power, soul power... |
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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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You told me today that you quit your girlfriend
I'd be the next one to ease on in You promised me it would be just us two I'd be the only girl kissin' on you Now you got a girl, but you still want me Remember nothing in life is free If you want your cake and eat it too Come here, boy, let me show you what to do Why don't you just kiss me Hold it a long time Hold it, don't turn it loose now Hold it a little bit longer now Hold it, go, hold it, yeah Now ease up off me and get back You made me a deal, and you're gonna stick to it You shouldn't have promised if you wasn't gonna do it You saw me and ran in another direction I'll teach you to play with my affection I played mistress for too long Now your butt is mine plus your old girl's gone Gimme with your all, and don't try to front So don't act dumb, boy, you know what I want Come on now, give it here You never should have promised to me Give it here, don't say nothin' Just give it here, don't hold back now Give it here, go Yeah, the boy tried to flip on us, Pep Yeah, well put him in check! I've got ya now, and I ain't lettin' go Payday's now cuz I said so Forget about all the other girls cuz ya can't have none Cuz it's time to collect not a check but fun I want you to kiss me Hold it a long time Hold it, don't turn it loose now Hold it a little bit longer now Hold it, go, hold it, yeah Hold it, ow Now ease up off me and get back |
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Salt and Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like
The type of hype that's unbelievable to write Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end Once again, we're gonna let the party begin So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it out? You know it Salt, I'm ready to work it out Spinderella, are you ready to work it out? Cuz Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run Now let the drums run (good), the drums run So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run Yo, Salt... Whassup? Can we get some? They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug On the strength I swore there's no either/or MCs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war Some rappers got soul on the mic, right? (Right) But others be playin' it like they're all that And you know what'll happen if I don't like your style of rappin' Step on stage as soon as I'm on it Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system We kick a rhyme and claim another victim People 'round the world, I like to play to 'em In every club, arena, and stadium Inside the jam we're known as the party stars Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi Gras I couldn't do it though without the help from The melody that we call the rhythm Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh? Yeah, I been ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?) Aw, c'mon Pep, go ahead and bust one If the Pep you want, that's just what you'll get As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effect I see a crowd, I can't help but get hyped You gotta be, throw it on and recite A dope rhmye cuz I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill the noise Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run Let the drums run (yeah), now let 'em run Mess around and I'll bet you don't get none Is it over yet? Never, it gets better We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever A bassline is added for some soul Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n roll My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I doubt it My partner's name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper You think you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope artist If lyrics mean you're smart, then I must be the smartest My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million seller Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take none A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one Assume the position, commence the dance session Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson Seatbelts fastened, let's have some fun Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna run Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done Let the drums run, no, the drums are done |
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Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I touch it Do this smooth and easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax, MC's further back If you ain't with that I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap That can smack the smile off your face Jack So don't start no crap Givin' a little bit of heart and soul As we do it to you in your earhole Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker And if you think so, boy, then pucker up And kiss the butt of this lyricist Blow on the mic and make a wish This groove is set to soothe and move you Party people now it's time to Get up, I think the sound will make you Get up, word up, I swear you got to Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper My partner Pepa she's a power booster Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya Don't take my word, I'll introduce her I don't need no introduction, I just bust in Grab a microphone and then start dustin' So-called lyricists can never deal with this Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if I was a mute, I'd still knock boots Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute To show you all on me you can't sleep on Spinderella, please drop some beats on This crowd, pump it up loud Gimme a scratch, ok now It's time for hell to be raised As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made Salt's at my side with a shotgun A little action? I just had some What can I say? The girl don't play Gonna skip town on Judgement Day So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Salty that's me flippin' on MCs I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E's Are glad Salt is makin' G's? Save that crap, I got my public to rap to Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk For being disrespectful I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and sisters All in all over ten billion listeners Lend me your ear when you want to hear The hypest and ripest sound of the year Get up, everybody get up... |
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When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up
She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up You might think it is but... Chorus Spinderella's not a fella - what you say? Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj ? spins you won't get And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental Nice on a slice, swift on a mix Those who dis will then be dismissed Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her If you can't put up then shut the hell up All you mixmasters and cutmasters True grandmasters even jammasters Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke With the microphone you're toast Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost Check the style plus the swiftness Don't take my word for it, you be the witness No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin' Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? she's just wouldn't Make believe what she can do indeed You're dealing with the queen of speed Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed Now then, you know what I mean... Chorus She's the inch long on the mixboard Put your tape on pause and press record Never does the same cut twice in one night She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice Grip the turntable and flip the record over Heat up the party like a supernova Because it's a girl don't mean jack If jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped Wanna know her name and why she came? Not to cause trouble but to entertain I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella The mix empress...spinderella! Yeah, that's her title The God of speed is her dj idol Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac Only when the scene's packed will she react to Anyone who dares to compare The comp will be too much too bear But this chick is big on tricks With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt Second, she's flexin' and checkin' The level of the power meter will not be less than Ten degrees, her sound won't distort Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport When the turntable speaks, take your advice My homegirl is nicer than nice She's a ? , a slave to the rhythm If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal If the mix is mangled she'll untangle It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit? The way she can switch from groove to groove With no room to improve [yeah, I'm telling you] Chorus Cuts are made to be played not fade Spin won't behave if she ain't paid To get down, no let down Put your bets down and just check how She moves with the grace of a cat being pat The wax hits hard as a bat Automated just like automation Imitation causes irritation You owe it to yourself to see her Go backstage and meet her Get her autograph, take a photograph I know that's too much to ask Word, but don't give up hope Spinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dope Chorus |
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As I was way in the back I noticed that
Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats Then I decided to slow down the tempo To let you catch your breath so Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of Syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Yeah, gimme some soul power Everybody needs soul power I'm the Pepa, much deffer Half-stepper? No, I'm never World renowned as a vocalist When Salt is not around I'm a soloist Puttin' pep in your step seriously Conquest is the best lyrically The mic is a component I use on my opponents Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it? Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower And full of soul power All I got is sycopated soul power All you need is sycopated soul power Cold kickin' soul power Steady kickin' soul power Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute I'm gonna tell you what to do with it Wave it like a flag, dirty rag Keep 'em there till they get jet lag Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on If Salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong Meet the mix empress, Spinderella, head on And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies If I ain't done rappin' yo, Spin, keep cuttin' Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now We on a roll with syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Soul power, soul power Soul power, soul power... |
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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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I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is phone
This is my house make yourself at home Now see those chairs? Please just ignore them Believe me, they'll be no need for them I got a rhyme, and I'd like to exploit it You came in here so you cannot avoid it This beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as we're rhymin' to it And it's addictive like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only this type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darndest So don't fight it, don't fear it Just take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever expected And when I did that you gave me respect With your support we're reachin' new heights Salt and Pepa's insanely hyped on the mic My supporters are massive, my sound is passive If I was you, I'd take time to ask if Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the best Great or supurb, to be or not to be, that's a good question How good they used to be, well I give less than a damn Cuz the present that counts if you can't rock the mic I suggest you dis-mount I said please, but it's not like I'm pleadin' So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin' Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I understand that you have been itchin' But if it's too hot, get out of the kitchen Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like And they are the ones that get me hyped on the mic I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth Outside on the street people heard all of the beats That I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap song First class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the full-size for my silhoutte Yes, solo this woman, rhymes so informing Would only be inevitable until morining Don't try to leave cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an uzi I've been dyin' to test Livin' larger than life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not bitten how it should be wrote People jammin' not standin' and what you hope A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope ??? living hyper than hype Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from my dj before she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it goes like this Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic |
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