I'd like you to 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 for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in so you cannot avoid it This is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And it's like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a fiend only type is harmless Couldn't kick the if you tried your darnedest
So fight it, don't fear it Just take your hands off yours and it I you more than you ever expected And when I did you gave me respect With your we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's hyped on the mic
My are massive, my sound is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the 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, speedin' 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and I rain I don't drizzle gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I understand that you been itchin'
But if too hot, get out of the kitchen 'Cuz frauds and are the ones I don't like And they are the that get me hyped on the mic
I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my Outside on the people heard all of the beats That I rapped or on so throw the wax on is that strong, make a hit rap song
First class status, I'm a event God rocked the full-size for my Yes, solo this woman, all before me only be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test Livin' larger than life but to be I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy on the mic
We're gonna break it down to you how it be broke Rhymes not bitten how it should be wrote People not standin', so what you hope A show not junky, you say rhymes are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be madly Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you my type" Get away from her, I tell you before she gets She's got a cut, for your but and it like this
wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just deal As you flip like a freak the world just flopped rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest gettin' deafer and ought to be Take a breath between rhymes best, tell 'em Pep Or kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets to your butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic