I'd like you to meet my mic, name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See those Please just ignore them Believe me, they'll be no need for
I got a rhyme, and I'd to exploit it You came in so you cannot avoid it This is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And addictive like smoking to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only this is harmless Couldn't the habit if you tried your darnedest
So fight it, don't fear it Just your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you expected And when I did you gave me respect With your support we're reachin' new insanely hyped on the mic
My supporters are massive, my is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've 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 give than a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you rock the mic I you dis-mount I please, but it's not like I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, stop 'Cuz I'm to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle It's hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I understand that you have been
But if too hot, get out of the kitchen 'Cuz frauds and are the ones I don't like And they are the ones that get me on the mic
I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my Outside on the people heard all of the beats I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap
First class status, I'm a event God the full-size for my silhouette Yes, solo woman, rise all before me Would only be inevitable morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I will Oh yes, I have an Uzi been dyin' to test Livin' larger life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy on the mic
We're break it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not bitten how it should be People not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
hed be madly hyped Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you my type" Get away from her, I tell you she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it like this
wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't As you flip like a freak the whole world just Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got
I'm the deafest gettin' deafer and ought to be Take a breath rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll When the hype is gettin' hyper, the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know we're on the mic