I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is is my house make yourself at home, now See those chairs? just ignore them me, they'll be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd to exploit it You in here so you cannot avoid it This beat is hard, it's as hard as a And it keeps kickin' as as we're rhymin' to it
And it's like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a only 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 than you ever And when I did that you gave me 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 time to ask if Others heard really deserve to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, that's a question
How good they used to be, well, I give 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 get supe, peasant, stop speedin' 'Cuz I'm to rain, and when 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 frauds and fakes 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 in my teeth Outside on the street people heard all of the I rapped 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, rise all me Would only be inevitable morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been dyin' to 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 not bitten how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show not junky, you say rhymes are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be madly Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from her, I tell you before she gets got a cut, for your but and it goes like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't As you flip a freak the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you got rocked
I'm the deafest gettin' deafer and to be kept Take a breath between rhymes best, tell 'em Pep Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I Like a sticker gets stuck to butt I'll stick When the is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic