I'd you to meet my mic, last name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See those Please just ignore them Believe me, be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in here so you avoid it This beat is hard, it's as as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And it's addictive like 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, fear it Just take your off yours and cheer it I gave you more you ever expected And when I did that you gave me With your support reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My supporters are massive, my is passive If I was you, I'd time 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 less than a damn 'Cuz the that counts 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 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 frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like And they are the ones get me hyped on the mic
I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my Outside on the street heard all of the beats That I or maxed on so throw the wax on is that strong, make a hit rap song
First status, I'm a blessed event God the full-size for my silhouette Yes, solo this woman, rise all me Would only be until morning
try to leave 'cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've dyin' to test Livin' larger than but to be precise I'm Pepa, deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're break it down to you how it should be broke written not bitten how it should 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 tell him, "Boy, you my type" Get away from her, I you before she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it goes like
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole world flopped Couldn't rock like a so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath 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 hype is gettin' hyper, the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you we're hyped on the mic