I'd like you to my mic, last name is Phone This is my house yourself at home, now See those 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 here so you 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 addictive like to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried darnedest
So don't fight it, don't it take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever And when I did that you me respect With your support reachin' 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 you've heard 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 a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you 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 about to rain, and when I rain I don't gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle See, I understand that you have been
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz frauds and are the ones I don't like And they are the ones 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 rapped or on so throw the wax on Pepa is strong, make a hit rap song
class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the for my silhouette Yes, this woman, rise all before me only be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I will Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've been to test Livin' larger life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm hyped on the mic
We're gonna break it down to you how it be broke Rhymes not bitten how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show not junky, you say rhymes are dope
hed be madly hyped Spinderella had to 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 like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just deal As you flip a freak the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got
I'm the deafest deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes best, tell 'em Pep Or let's it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know hyped on the mic