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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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Are you ready?
Yo, Hurb, take it from the top One, two... My mic sound nice, check one My mic sound nice, check two My mic sound nice, check three Are you ready to rock-rock y'all To the beat y'all? A-keep on and you don't stop Rockin' on, keep rockin' on I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say That the Pepa MC is here to stay And you know if I was a book I would sell Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh Yes, so tough you know it is a must Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn Like a needle on a record when it plays a song Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn And you know I got to be on MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin' Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies It's just a little warning, a word to the wise You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin' But on the bottom is where you're staying You're wack, I thought you understood You're not related to me so you could never be good I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?) Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right) You babble on the microphone about what you wish But could never be So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock Don't brag about the things that you ain't got Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full My cow just died, I don't need your bull Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit One, two, one, two - all right, thanks My mic sound nice, check one My mic sound nice, check two My mic sound nice, check three Right about now as you can see in the place to be We're not talking about geometry, history or biology So Sandy D., explain this to me... Why do they call you the Pepa MC? You mean you don't know? That's a shame Ok Salt, let me explain I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish I wanna make one and all understand I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand The room temperature reaches a hundred and four You can scramble eggs on the floor The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar Sweat will drip down to your drawers The Pepa MC is like hot ice And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest You're blessed with one of America's best So I think y'all better count your blessings When Salt's in the house, hell's in session It's a fact that I will wax MCs out there are gonna get taxed Rockin' to my funky beat I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me Cuz this is the year all men fear Female MCs is movin' up here Salt and Pepa is strictly biz You know the color of this, you know what time it is "Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass "Nature" describes our pretty face Turning out without a doubt Make no mistake, Queens is in the house Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out |
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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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[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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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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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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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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Hey, yeah.. I wanna shoop, baby
Oooo, how you doin', baby? No, not you You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah What's your name? Damn, that sounds sexy Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?) Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!) Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word) Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this I swear, I stared, my niece my witness The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh Wicked, wicked (oooo) - 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 swifty Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him Lick him like a lollipop should be licked Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom) Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie? If looks could kill you would be an uzi You're a shotgun - 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 mutha- Well-a, 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 (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please) Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna... Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey) Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby) Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm) When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure (Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you) Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop To the next man in the three-piece suit I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!" I like what ya do when you do what ya do You make me wanna shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop (Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him He's the cutest brother in here And he's comin' this way! Oooo!) S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh) But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right) I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it) They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod) Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah) Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Mmmm, I wanna shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Oh, you make me wanna shoop Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby |
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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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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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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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