We're on a all of the opposition MC's, my butt you're kissin' Because I
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I ya all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a Others try to imitate but none has come So you see, why everybody stands up and And if you really think about it, you know it means
To be a female rapper from the of Queens And see dream about being supreme But once on the scene, we killing Kings People we're too wild to tame On stage we like sizzlin' flame
And oh, so cool we rap you need a sweater The rhymes so tough, you swear they're made of Get the best of bunch, and I bet that we're better Tell 'em why, pepa, 'em why, 'cuz I desire
DJ's come and go just like the But mine is better all of them She's sharper than a razor when it to a cut More lethal than a if you wanna play rough Not the of a show, subject to cut [unverified]
tell you spinderella's dope Call her spin for but she don't take [unverified] Wanna duel? you're a [unverified] Choppin' beats for these until the turntables Scratches so damn hard, you'd the mixer had fleas
the mutilator, music carnivore Spinderella rocks the with a chainsaw You're still amazed by the way she Not a fad but a of the hip-hop craze which I desire
Salt the pepa and my name is Cher From Queens, New York not I like my steak well done, I hate it rare And I'm lovable and huggable like the bear Pepa the salt, so do not rip 'Cuz if you do shift from first to fifth
Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were Short, fading went I went your head So get back to the 'cuz the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass gets much The beats rock and just because the kicks bass We're gonna bounce this beat all the place 'cuz I desire
you're on the set let the cameras roll Salt and pepa are the stars, the the video Your is boomin' when we're on your stereo So hold on tight, don't let go We're the teachers, you're the students, is in session
Pay attention boys and girls, and learn lesson We're running things, yes, we're taking You be the grass, be the lawnmower fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack Not trying, 'cuz it's like that
Hot damn, how could you be so dog gone to dis salt and pepa when we're number one? But we excuse you 'cuz you're dippy, mind's in a daze every duck you're confused in so many ways
Giving nothing, taking all big or small We got a beat and it's dope, def y'all day of the week you're at my beck and call You wanna try me out? You have the gall 'cuz I desire