I'd like you to meet my mic, name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See those chairs? Please just them Believe me, they'll be no for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You in here so you cannot avoid it This beat is hard, it's as hard as a And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And addictive like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a only this type is harmless kick the habit if you tried your darnedest
So don't it, don't fear it Just take hands off yours and cheer it I gave you than you ever expected And I did that you gave me respect With your support we're new heights Salt-N-Pepa's hyped on the mic
My supporters are massive, my is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've heard really deserve to be as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, a good question
How good used to be, well, I give less than a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you can't the mic I you dis-mount I said please, but it's not I'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, speedin' 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we're sizzle See, I understand that you have itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I like And they are the ones that get me on the mic
I'm gonna you for keeps, got a system in my teeth on the street people heard all of the beats That I or maxed on so throw the wax on is that strong, make a hit rap song
First class status, I'm a event God the full-size for my silhouette Yes, this woman, rise all before me Would only be until morning
Don't try to 'cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test Livin' larger life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're gonna break it to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from her, I tell you she gets pissed She's got a cut, for your but and it goes this
Started doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel Started dealin' like a dealer, but you couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the world just flopped Couldn't rock like a so you just got rocked
I'm the deafest deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes we're best, 'em Pep Or kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets to your butt I'll stick the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic