Salt-N-Pepa - The Best Of Salt-N-Pepa: 20th Century Masters The Millemmium Collection [compilation] (2008) by Salt-N-Pepa (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Oooh, baby, baby
baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
baby, baby

Get up on this!

Ow Baby!
Salt and pepas here!

Now wait a minute, yall
This dance aint for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!

Salt and Pepas here, and were in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin by day then at night working up a sewat
Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it, push it good
Ah, push it, push it real good
Ah, push it, push it good
Ah, push it, p-push it real good

Hey! Ow!
Push it good!

Oooh, baby, baby
baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
baby, baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you here the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

Push it good
P, Push it real good

Ah, push it
Get up on this!

Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing

Ah, push it

Are you ready?

Yo, Hurb, take it from the top

One, two...



My mic sound nice, check one

My mic sound nice, check two

My mic sound nice, check three



Are you ready to rock-rock y'all

To the beat y'all?

A-keep on and you don't stop

Rockin' on, keep rockin' on



I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say

That the Pepa MC is here to stay

And you know if I was a book I would sell

Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell

Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up

Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny

The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I

Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def

Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh

Yes, so tough you know it is a must

Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush



Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on

I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on

Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn

Like a needle on a record when it plays a song

Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn

And you know I got to be on

MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last

Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'

Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies

It's just a little warning, a word to the wise

You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'

But on the bottom is where you're staying



You're wack, I thought you understood

You're not related to me so you could never be good

I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)

Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)

You babble on the microphone about what you wish

But could never be

So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock

Don't brag about the things that you ain't got

Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full

My cow just died, I don't need your bull



Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit

One, two, one, two - all right, thanks



My mic sound nice, check one

My mic sound nice, check two

My mic sound nice, check three



Right about now as you can see in the place to be

We're not talking about geometry, history or biology

So Sandy D., explain this to me...

Why do they call you the Pepa MC?

You mean you don't know? That's a shame

Ok Salt, let me explain



I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished

Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish

I wanna make one and all understand

I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand

The room temperature reaches a hundred and four

You can scramble eggs on the floor

The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar

Sweat will drip down to your drawers

The Pepa MC is like hot ice

And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice



Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest

You're blessed with one of America's best

So I think y'all better count your blessings

When Salt's in the house, hell's in session

It's a fact that I will wax

MCs out there are gonna get taxed

Rockin' to my funky beat

I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me

Cuz this is the year all men fear

Female MCs is movin' up here

Salt and Pepa is strictly biz

You know the color of this, you know what time it is

"Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass

"Nature" describes our pretty face

Turning out without a doubt

Make no mistake, Queens is in the house

Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out

the original version

What'd ya call me?

[Yo yo D yo check out them girls over there man
?? ready you down? Let's roll on 'em
You wid it? Come on let's do it
Hey a yeah my name's Hurby Luv Bug this is my man D
We're checkin' y'all out we know y'all were checking us out
So we said hey what the hell just roll on over but...
Y'all wanna come down over to the crib?
A little place I got over there in the Hills
Ya know, fat jacuzzi...we can get busy]

Homegirls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this a simple rhyme
Cuz this type of thing happens all the time
Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?
Would you dis him or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'd become a victim of circumstance
Am I right, fellas? Tell the truth
Or else I'm-a have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

[Mmmm-hmmm, babe, I ain't gonna lie - you look good
I know it - I look good, too
But why don't you and me and my dog
Go do the do]

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude?
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's God's gift to the world
You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothing but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me he can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want
It's me (Why?) Because I'm so sexy
It's me (What?) Don't touch my body! (Boy!)
Cuz you see I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip I think he's a...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

[Huh, what? Hey, whoa, wait a minute...
It's not what it looks like, baby, just chill
Wait a minute, where you goin'?
I'm tryin' to tell you it ain't exactly...
Look, what are you doin' with that bat?]

On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course, I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs
Trying to change the whole subject
Cuz everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said, "You's a sucker!
Get your dirty mind out the gutter
You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treating me like no prostitute"
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser
You're on a mission, kid - yo, he's a...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

[Yo, baby, come here for a second
I ain't your baby, tramp
You sick little...
Oh yeah? Your sister]

Tramp

[Ow, shake it!

Yeah, oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby

Yes, indeedy

Funky (get down)]



We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing

To a funky beat with a go-go swing

Everyone was watching, they stared in shock

Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock-

In the place with a smile on my face

Some got upset and then tried to base

They called us nasty, said we danced dirty

Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty

Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump

I was all set not to jet but to jump

Spin broke it up and asked not to break

Said, "They don't understand the way you..."



CHORUS

Shake your thang, owww

Do what you wanna do

I can't tell you how to catch a groove

It's your thang (It's your thing)

Do what you wanna do

I won't tell you who to sock it to



Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it

We could get loose, but we can't get naked

It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered

Look again - see? We're just dancin'

Relax a bit, now ain't that better?

I think it's time for you to get a...

Partner, doe-see, gather in closely

I wanna see the ones that mostly

Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity

Do your duty and...



CHORUS



Come on, y'all, shake that thing

You got to just show no shame

I want you to shake that thing

Come on, y'all, show no shame



Shake your thang, yeah yeah

Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby

Owww, I won't tell you how to catch a groove



It's my thing, and I'll swing it the way that I feel

With a little seduction and some sex appeal

It's Friday night, and I just got paid

I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade

Moving in closely, ready for the kill

Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill

But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check

I said, "We just met", "We can't do that yet"

I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy)

I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up

And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop

Stick out your butt, and shake what you got



CHORUS



Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby

It's my thing, and I shake it crazy

Don't try and tell me how to party

It's my dance, yup, and it's my body

The shirt I wear may be low cut

My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt

Designer down from head to toe

Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow

Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy

C'mon, we both know I don't want you for your money

Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme

I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind

I like this song, I like this beat

I'll see you later, where shall we...



CHORUS

Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I touch it
Do this smooth and easy like
So we might get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further back
If you ain't with that
I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face Jack
So don't start no crap
Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your earhole
Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's time to

Get up, I think the sound will make you
Get up, word up, I swear you got to
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper
My partner Pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, I'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I'd still knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, please drop some beats on
This crowd, pump it up loud
Gimme a scratch, ok now
It's time for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had some
What can I say? The girl don't play
Gonna skip town on Judgement Day
So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it

Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Salty that's me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal
You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is makin' G's?
Save that crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For being disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and sisters
All in all over ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year

Get up, everybody get up...

Talk like sex, like sex
Talk like sex, like sex
Talk like sex

[Let's talk about sex]

This is very important (word) so I'm-a start talkin' about it
Now to the people at home, to the people in the crowd
It keeps coming up somehow (Yeah, so?)
Don't avoid or make void the topic
Drop it, drop it, but that won't stop it
Talk about sex on the radio and on the video shows
Many will know
Tell it like it is, tell it how it could be
Tell it like it was, tell it how it should be
Those who think it's dirty have a choice
Change the station or press pause

CHORUS
I wanna talk about it, there's just no way to fight it
Why can't we talk about sex, baby?
We need to talk about the good and bad things we encounter
I wanna talk about you and me

[Let's talk about sex

Oh, no, here we go again
What do you mean all I wanna do is sex you?
Who me? Huh, that's not all I wanna do!]


We have (what?) controversy (oh) that really irks me (yeah)
A three-letter word I heard was a curse (so?)
He may fiend and have nice dreams
Cuz he saw a teen in tight jeans
To react like that is natural
But control it or that will
Get you in the sack in a very bad rap
Oh! Sometimes it's like that
Are you ready or not cuz here he comes
And like a dumb oops! he forgot the condoms (word!)
As if he had some, but you don't buy them or even like them
"But what the hell," you say, "it's chill
I won't get got, I'm on the pill"
Until the sores start to puff and spore
He gave it to you, and now it's yours

CHORUS
Talk like sex, like sex
Talk like sex, like sex
Talk like sex

[Yo, Pep, I donc12

Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah

[Chorus]
Express yourself, you gotta be you and only you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body

Now Joe wanna be like Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' on Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's legit
Mercedes coupe hometroop with no kit
A businessman with a beeper for a reason
Not like Tim because it's in this season

[Chorus]

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hey Pep, you up next

Yes, I'm Pep and there ain't nobody
Like my body, yes, I'm somebody
No, I'm sorry, I'm-a rock this Mardis Gras
Until the party ends, friends
Yes, I'm blessed, and I know who I am
I express myself on every jam
I'm not a man, but I'm in command
Hot damn, I got an all-girl band
And I wear the gear, yeah, I wanna wear it, too
I don't care, dear, go ahead and stare (oooo)
Afraid to be you, livin' in fear (boo)
Expression is rare, I dare you

[Chorus]

Oh yeah, oh yeah...
Yo, excuse us while we rap
Go ahead, girls, express yourself!

My party, your party, anytime drop in
Cold hip-hop is always rockin'
Don't you like it when the music drop
Jump, spread out, and stop?
Now bring in the go-go (uh-oh)
Look at how my butt go rock from left to the right
You wanna step to me, groove me
I know you wanna do me
Come on now, fellas, don't fight

At my door they're bum-rushin'
To hear the percussion
Sound of my go-go band
I've long ago learned my lesson
It's all about expression
Will the real Salt and Pepa please stand?
And...

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, come on and work that body

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe

Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah
Express yourself

Hey, yeah.. I wanna shoop, baby

Oooo, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy

Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...

Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep

On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!)

S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby

Yeah, yeah (Oooo)
Uh, hey hey
All right, yeah
Oooo

[Chorus]
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due
To the man that's made a difference in my world
And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low
Cuz I never heard about him with another girl
But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic
To let it get me involved in that he said, she said crowd
I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it
And believe me y'all, he's worth it
So here's to the future cuz we got through the past
I finally found somebody that can make me laugh
(Ha ha ha) You so crazy
I think I wanna have your baby

[Chorus]

My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass
A body like Arnold with a Denzel face
He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep
And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep
He always got a gift for me everytime I see him
A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him
He never ran a corny line once to me yet
So I give him stuff that he'll never forget
He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps
He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"
But not this man, he's got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven
From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven
And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'
With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find

[Chorus]

My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer
He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller
He takes his time and does everything right
Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night
He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush
And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch
Spends quality time with his kids when he can
Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man
A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out
Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about
Every time I need him, he always got my back
Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that

[Chorus]

What's the matter with your life?
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don't keep sweatin' what I do
Cuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out

[Chorus]
If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight
It's none of your business
And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend
It's none of your business
Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to
It's none of your business
So don't try to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time
It's none of your business

Now who do you think you are
Puttin' your cheap two cents in?
Don't you got nothin' to do
Than worry 'bout my friends? Check it...

I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin'
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one
Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one
I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer
I'm not one for playing high-pole
Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho
I treat a man like he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me
You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me
Now you can get with that or you can get with this
But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business

(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!)

[Chorus]

How many rules am I to break before you understand
That your double-standards don't mean shit to me?
I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away
But that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody's clockin'
Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?
Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone

Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
If you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep
With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard
My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
You can call me a tramp if you want to
But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you
Or you can front if you have to
But everybody gets horny just like you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business

[Chorus]

So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There's only one true judge, and that's God
So chill, and let my Father do His job

Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again...

R U ready?
Pum, pump, let me see you jump
Shake your rump, push it real good
Break it down with the funk
One love, like the LP say, right, right
Music makes us high, but you've been given shade
'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade
Don't be mad 'cause I got it made
Diva-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass
Look me up and down when I pass
Vibin' with your girlfriends
Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends
Like no other butter,
Smooth like cream, I keep in milky
When I move on the scene
Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell?
Never fell, black queens doing it well
We be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?

My mic sound nice
Check one, check 2, everybody make way
Party people coming through
Throw your hands up, put 'em up
Bounce, hold steady, are you ready?

We make you burn with the hot track
Spin and scratch the hot wax
So I could grab the microphone and climax
Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking
Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking
So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker
Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker
Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof
Who got the juice now?
Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper
Show stopper like Frankie Crocker
Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on
Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi
Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through
You know how we do, stay on point like a needle
Who are you to judge like Ito?
Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello

I'm about to make the whole world bounce
Make it freaky 'til you're drippin'
Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin'
On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in
Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it
B.L.A.Q the bomb
Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow
Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya
Daddy came to freak it down
And work ya, what time is it?
P to the B to the P to the A
Lay my game down precise like every day
Display many styles for years I've been here
Iced out sex appeal I put your lights out
Pull your mics out, we rock the party
Freak your body, no need for a shottie
I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight
All heads turn when I snatch the mic
Send the party into orbit
Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it
Ain't nothing, party over here
What you doing on the other side?
We came here to get live, take a ride
With the S and the P, hey, pep mc
Shine every time just like the Lex be
You wanna test me, don't floss
We got the flow tha'll break you off
Decent, leave you locked like the precinct
How we get down worldwide
Everybody know about the sound
Let it pound in your system one time
All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine