I'd like you to meet my mic, name is Phone This is my house yourself at home, now See those Please just ignore them Believe me, they'll be no need for
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in here so you avoid it beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps as long as we're rhymin' to it
And it's like smoking to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only type is harmless Couldn't the habit if you tried your darnedest
So don't fight it, don't it Just take your hands off yours and it I gave you than you ever expected And I did that you gave me respect your support we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's hyped on the mic
My supporters are massive, my sound is If I was you, I'd time to ask if Others you've really 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 give less a damn 'Cuz the present that if you can't rock 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 I rain I don't drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're sizzle See, I understand you have been itchin'
But if too hot, get out of the kitchen 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the I don't like And are the ones that get me hyped 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, make a hit rap
First class status, I'm a event God rocked the for my silhouette Yes, solo this woman, all before me only be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave I will protest Oh yes, I an Uzi I've been dyin' to test Livin' larger than life but to be I'm Pepa, much when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're gonna break it to you how it should be broke written not bitten how it should be wrote People not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
hed be madly hyped Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from her, I tell you before she gets She's got a cut, for your but and it goes like
wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the world just flopped Couldn't like a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the gettin' deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know we're on the mic