I'd like you to my mic, last name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See chairs? Please just ignore them Believe me, be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd to exploit it You came in here so you cannot it beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And addictive like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a fiend only this is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you your darnedest
So don't it, don't fear it Just take your off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever And when I did you gave me respect With support we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's hyped on the mic
My supporters are massive, my is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others heard really deserve to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, a good question
How good they used to be, well, I less than a damn 'Cuz the that counts if you can't rock the mic I you dis-mount I please, but it's not like I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, speedin' 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna See, I that you have been itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like And are the ones that get me hyped on the mic
I'm play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth Outside on the street people heard all of the I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap
class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the for my silhouette Yes, solo woman, rise all before me Would be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test larger than life but to be precise I'm Pepa, deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're gonna it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be madly Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get from her, I tell you before she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it goes like
wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole just flopped Couldn't rock a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest gettin' and ought to be kept Take a between rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to butt I'll stick When the is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic