I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is This is my house yourself at home, now See those chairs? Please just them Believe me, be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd to exploit it You came in here so you avoid it This beat is hard, it's as hard as a 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 don't fight it, don't it Just take hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever And when I did you gave me respect With your support we're new heights Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My are massive, my sound is passive If I was you, I'd time to ask if Others you've heard deserve to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, a good question
How good used to be, well, I give less than a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you can't the mic I you dis-mount I said please, but not like I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, speedin' 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and I rain I don't drizzle gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I understand that you been itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz and fakes are the ones I don't like And they are the ones that get me on the mic
I'm play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth on the street people heard all of the beats That I rapped or maxed on so the wax on Pepa is strong, make a hit rap song
class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the for my silhouette Yes, solo this woman, rise all me Would be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi been dyin' to test Livin' larger life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're gonna break it to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not how it should be wrote People jammin' not standin', so you hope A funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped had to tell 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 this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you a big wheel Started dealin' a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got
I'm the deafest gettin' deafer and ought to be a breath between rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's kick it a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker stuck to your butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know we're on the mic