I'd like you to my mic, last name is Phone is my house make yourself at home, now See chairs? 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 here so you cannot it This beat is hard, it's as as a diamond And it keeps as long as we're rhymin' to it
And it's addictive smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a fiend only type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you your darnedest
So don't fight it, 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 your support we're reachin' new Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My are massive, my sound is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've heard really deserve to be as the best or suburb, to be or not to be, that's a good question
How good they used to be, well, I less than a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you can't 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 about to rain, and when I rain I drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're sizzle See, I understand you have been itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the I don't like And they are the that get me hyped on the mic
I'm play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth Outside on the people heard all of the beats That I rapped or on so throw the wax on Pepa is strong, make a hit rap song
First class status, I'm a blessed God rocked the for my silhouette Yes, solo this woman, all before me Would only be inevitable morning
try to leave 'cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test Livin' larger than life but to be 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 bitten how it be wrote People jammin' not standin', so you hope A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away her, I tell you before she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't As you flip like a freak the whole just flopped Couldn't rock a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes we're best, 'em Pep Or let's kick it a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hype Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic