I'd like you to my mic, last name is Phone This is my house make at home, now See those Please just ignore them me, they'll be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in so you cannot avoid it This beat is hard, it's as hard as a And it keeps as long as we're rhymin' to it
And it's addictive smoking to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried darnedest
So don't fight it, fear it Just take your off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you expected And I did that you gave me respect With your support we're new heights Salt-N-Pepa's hyped 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, that's a good
How good they used to be, well, I less than a damn 'Cuz the present that if you can't rock the mic I suggest you I said please, but it's not I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, stop 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and I rain I don't drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're sizzle 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 gonna you for keeps, got a system in my teeth on the street people heard all of the beats That I or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, 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 be inevitable until 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 hyped on the mic
gonna break 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 not junky, you say rhymes are dope
hed be madly hyped 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 like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big Started like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you like a freak the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a 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 kick it a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to your I'll stick the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know hyped on the mic