I'd like you to my mic, last name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See those chairs? Please just ignore Believe me, be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in here so you cannot it This is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as as we're rhymin' to it
And it's like smoking to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend this type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your
So don't it, don't fear it take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more you ever expected And when I did that you me respect With your we're reachin' 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 heard really deserve to be ranked as the best or suburb, to be or not to be, that's 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 suggest you I said please, but not like I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, stop 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I I don't drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, gonna sizzle See, I understand you have been itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I don't 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 That I rapped or on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap
class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the full-size for my Yes, solo this woman, all before me Would only be until morning
Don't try to 'cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test Livin' than life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're break it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes not bitten how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you my type" Get away 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 like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole just flopped Couldn't like a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest gettin' and ought to be kept Take a breath between we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a gets stuck to your butt I'll stick When the is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know hyped on the mic