I'd you to meet my mic, last name is Phone This is my make yourself at home, now See those chairs? Please ignore 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 is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And it's addictive smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not You'll be a fiend only this is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried darnedest
So don't fight it, fear it Just take hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever And when I did that you gave me With your we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My are massive, my sound is passive If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've heard deserve to be ranked as the best or suburb, to be or not to be, that's a good question
How good they used to be, well, I give than a damn 'Cuz the present that counts if you rock the mic I suggest you I said please, but it's not I'm pleadin'
So get supe, peasant, stop speedin' I'm about to rain, and when 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 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I like And are the ones that get me hyped 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 Pepa is that strong, a hit rap song
class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the full-size for my Yes, solo woman, rise all before me Would only be inevitable morning
Don't try to leave I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've dyin' to test Livin' larger than but to be precise I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy on the mic
gonna break it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes written not bitten how it should be People jammin' not standin', so you hope A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are
[Incomprehensible] hed be hyped had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away her, I tell 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 a freak the whole world just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got
I'm the gettin' deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I Like a sticker gets stuck to butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know hyped on the mic