I'd you to meet my mic, last name is Phone This is my house make at home, now See chairs? Please just ignore them Believe me, they'll be no need for
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You in here so you cannot avoid it beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it kickin' 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 this is harmless Couldn't the habit if you tried your darnedest
So don't fight it, fear it Just take hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more you ever expected And when I did that you me respect With your support 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 you've really deserve to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, a good question
How good they used to be, well, I give less than a 'Cuz the present that if you can't 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 to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I that 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 play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth Outside on the street people heard all of the That I or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is strong, make a hit rap song
First class status, I'm a event God the full-size for my silhouette Yes, solo woman, rise all before me Would only be inevitable morning
Don't try to leave I will protest Oh yes, I an Uzi I've been dyin' to test larger than life but to be precise I'm Pepa, deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
gonna 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 funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from her, I you before she gets pissed got a cut, for your but and it goes like this
Started wheelin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just deal As you flip like a freak the whole world flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got
I'm the gettin' deafer and ought to be kept a breath between rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker 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 we're on the mic