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| ACTIVE: | 1980s - | | FORMED: | 1985년 / 미국,New York City | | DEBUT: | 1986년 / Hot, Cool And Vicious | | STYLE: | |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
CHORUS
Children play, women produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth
In this edition of the story, no need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me, even Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's shitty, but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit
(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your face
So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's weird
(Well, what's the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million disappeared
CHORUS
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Who gives a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and I
Live or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, tell 'em
They may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my tits
And Playgirl's gonna rip, and I'm-a have to rip shit
Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Well everybody be damned, her father's in jail
Sister's on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
(The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
There's good news and bad news, military coups
A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools
I never lived in the slum, never shot a gun
But I'll use one, don't make me use one
CHORUS
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
CHORUS (repeat/fade)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Baby...
Baby, baby, baby (give it to me)
Oh, yeah (I need it)
Come and get it (I'm ready)
Cuz no one does it better than me (than you, you, you)
Than me, yeah yeah (oh, sugar)
No one does it better than me
No one does it (girl), no one
Yo, Mr. Don Juan, give me everything I need
I'm ready for the world, rub me down, proceed
Treat like the mic then rock me
Let's do it while you hold me in the air - don't drop me
Heavyweight boot-knocker, whatcha wanna do
In the waterbed room, yeah, just me and you?
I got the fever for the nook-nook
So if ya never seen a body like this take a good look
Take a good look, bet that ass'll be hooked
Because I'm better than a good book
She can't match the cat, and when she looks at your back
She sees Salt in a passion scratch
We go round and round so let me break it down
If she was all that, you wouldn't be here right now
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (bet no one does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (yeah yeah)
No one does it better (no light) (whether they're cute too) (oh no)
No one does it (yeah), oh baby, no one
Well that's true, that's why you never have no beef
Cuz when the bugle is blown it's all tongue and no teeth
You're gettin' done between the sheets
And I know you don't cheat cuz at home you gets freaked
And worked out to capacity
A good piece of ass to me, that's all you have to be
I lay ya down to the maximum
And I'm extra in the middle cuz that's where I'm waxin' him
Honey knows where the flavor's at
Who's cat is all that, who keeps comin' back...
To me, can't stay away
Gotta have it night and day just because
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (no one)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it to me), better than I do
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
You're damn right no one does it better than me
Pepa's got ways to keep ya happy
Don't put nothin' past me
If I wanna I do, if I don't then don't ask me
Aim to please the man and freak the man
Twenty-four seven cuz he's the man
Got thrills and frills like a theme park
Before the chill part, you can't have an ill heart
Cuz it's definitely on when I hit the bedroom
That knows zooma-zoom-zoom in his poom-poom
Pep's the body mechanic so don't panic
I'll let ya have it, but love ain't always automatic
I never had a complaint, never said I feel faint
I got the face of a saint, you think I am but I ain't
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (not better than you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do
(no one does it)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
No one does it better (no one), better than I do
No one does it better (is better than you), better than I do
No one does it better (no one else, nobody is better than you)
better than I do
No one does it, oh baby, no one
No one does it better...
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Got the phat groove on the reel...
(Can you groove with me?)
Got the phat groove on the reel
CHORUS
Groove me, I need you
To groove me, I need you
So put it here, baby, open your eyes
And let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
So put it here, baby, open your eyes
And let me groove you
Got the phat groove...
Salt-N-Pepa came back to the mic
It's not the end of the road
And like the boom in the bass about to explode
I got the rhymes to keep you goin' like petro
So everytime you see me on the mic
You know you just can't let go
So here we go again, sexy in a twin-pack
Straight from my eyes down to my back stacked
You're under my control
I got your heart and soul
Go down and take your time
I want you deep inside
So put it here, yeah, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
The music in my mic can move you
Like engine-engine number nine
I got the rump-shakin' flavor with the nasty rhyme
So if the crowd can move with me, move with me
Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
CHORUS
So put it here, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
So put it here, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
CHORUS
Well I'm the P-E-P-A, Pepa here to stay
And good when naughty so hip-hop hooray
I rock the mic like Anita freak a love song
I must say, yes, it's been so long
But now I'm back, bustin' phat rhymes, and I'm here to stay
So you got to give it up like Marv Gaye
You're under my control
I got your heart and soul
Go down and take your time
I want you deep inside
Yes, yes, I'm swingin' my rhymes at full speed
To groove with the style cuz it's full breed
I bring it home like Stephanie Mills, and then I chill
Got the phat groove on the reel
So move with the tune, yeah, move with me
Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
CHORUS
Why don't you throw it to me now?
I mean now, yeah babe, right now
Let the bass boom-boom and pow-pow me
I like my music real loud and grimey
Slick and slimey, you may try me
But can't run no bullshit by me
Cuz Wink and I, we flow to histaticlly beat automatically
Anything else can be a lack to me, G, see
See, see what I'm sayin'?
See the crowd swayin' to the phat joint playin'
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
You got to start me up
Start me up
Start me up
Come down the S to the A L T
Come down the Luv to the B U G
Come down the Spin to the D A Rella
Come down S T double E the E in the V
Come down the P to the E P A
Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know?
Come down to the Record Lord
Come down...
[Wait a minute y'all wait a minute
Let's get serious for a minute
Y'all havin' fun, I'm havin' fun
Everybody havin' fun
But you know those times when you get stressed out?]
Everybody has a time in their life
When things doesn't always go right
It just gets harder every day
And it makes you wanna run away
And then I wonder where it will end
Can I ever be myself again?
Yo, I got hopes, and I got trust
And I got you here to start me up
But it's been so long that I thought I lost you
And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you
I feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
CHORUS
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you got to start me up
Now why you lettin' them get you down?
Pushin' you around until now?
What's it gonna take till you realize?
When you gonna open up your eyes?
And how come you don't ever kiss me
Or even say how much you miss me?
But I got you and we got us
Together we can start it up
I'm fed up (fed up), word up (dead up)
Got to keep my head up, don't stop or let up
You're sleepin' later, time to get your bed made up
Always on the loose until your dude get paid up
Paid up, wait up, I'm knockin', and I'm puffin'
Watch television all day doin' nothing
Pushing in your liver, looks like you're ready to deliver
Yo, Salt, I think it's a caesar
CHORUS
Well-a, well-a, w-h-h-hell-a
You're caught in the rain, but you forgot your umbrella
Oooo, what could you do punch-a-nella, punch-a-nella?
You're trapped in a cage like an ape called Magilla
And now you're ready to throw in the towel, that's kinda foul
You don't give a hoot like a mute owl
That's not the way I know you to be
You used to be true to me, oooo-whee, what you used to do to me
Shows that you got a lot to offer
So brother just get offa your butt because it's gonna cost ya
It rips me apart to see you like this
Me and you might just be able to fight this so baby
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you got to start me up
Yo, wait a minute (what up?), yo, you gotta wait a minute
You didn't think that you would hear the "yo"
Without the Turner Brother's in it?
Huh, I pull the rank like a luitenent
So when I said start me up, girl, I meant it
You better set (set), set it off lady
The brothers from Haiti ???
Serious, we get big, busy, and delirious
Say Pep, hit me off with the lyrics
Pepa ade donet
So people come follow
Now easy dibe gal
Ca me a big mama
Topin at the period
An passin' ponda coma
So poom poom breat
Sav de drumma fe ya fadda
Cos me ruff
Ruff 'n tuff 'n
Rugged 'n stuff
Me might roll upa blunt
'N tek a lickle(wah)
Lick shot 'n' all
A uno will drop(wah)
See my crutches never fail me
But it's been so long that I thought I lost you
And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you
I feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop]
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
CHORUS
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Jam, S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
On and on keep it on 'til the break of dawn
I'm-a rip shop and drop the bomb
Boom-bam-slam with the jam in effect
Catchin' wreck, catchin' wreck with the Pep
Yet, yo, I'm-a flow like the now
You know my style buck-wild
Rippin' scripts, dive and dips, dip and dives
Overdrive, I'm in overdrive
Goin' off, never to the loss, of course
I'm the best, yes, I am, yes
Yo, so here I go again
I'm in like Flynn guarateed to win
So step back with the battleship grip
Word to mother, my brother, you're outta my tip
Let it go, let it go, I just wanna flow...uh, and keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
(repeat)
Check it out (what?), big Pep PG
Not rated R, I can flow without the B's
And the F's and the A's, gotta have a taste
To kick, gotta have the P's
To pick up the bass, pump up the bass like that
When you pump it up it makes me rap like the pro that I am
Hear what I am, yes, I am, gotta have the D for the "damn"
Jam on the one, jam on the two, oh yeah
Give me my ? on a dare, cuz I'm the rare
Do you see a woman rip shop?
But I'm here to drop and drop
Here 'til I can't 'ford no more
Sucker MC's better be out the door
More I pour, get to the core
When I finish, girlfriend, you're gonna be sore
Word, the big birdy's like that y'all
Big Pep Denton is crazy, phat y'all
Word is born, keep it on, yeah...'til the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
One-two-three it's me - S-A-L-T
The woman to be, can't ya see?
On the microphone I stand alone - psyche
Pepa P got the left, I got the right
As if you didn't know the flow got better with the weather
Fall off never that never, never wack ever
I'm butter like my leather
Clever, yes, I'm a lady that's clever
Rockin' it, rippin' it, yes, I'll be kickin' it
Kickin' it, brothers be trickin' and trickin'
Don't stop, don't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
When I hear the beat I'll be damned not to get ill, kill
Yo, Salt, chill, what ya mean "chill?"
Chill, I know how you feel
When I hear the beat I wanna flip, too
Let me show you how I do
In '92 I was on the L, '93's time to get off the L
And watch my pockets swell like hell
Can't ya tell how Pep be livin'?
Livin' every day livin' like it's Thanksgivin'
Cuz I got the gift to get swift on the mic
Al'ight, psyche, cuz I'm the type to get it hype
Get it up, get it on, that's word as bond...to the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Somebody's knockin' at my door [Yo, yo!] [Who is it?]
Somebody's ringin' my bell [Open the door!] [I'm comin']
Somebody's knockin' at my door [Let me in, please] [Damn!]
Somebody's ringin' my bell [Come on, baby]
It's your man driving to my house every day
Trying to get a play but I say no way
Keep him on a leash cuz he's a D-O-G
Hot-diggity-dog comin' for my coochie
Boom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knock
Waking up my Moms, waking up my Pops, somebody call the cops
And get this fool off my stoop, see
Can you believe that your man is a groupie?
Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spaded
Cut the nuts and get his shots upgraded
So what ya feed him at home? It must be bones
Give him some meat so he can leave me alone
He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"
CHORUS
He's a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine
He's a somma time man, get ya some of the time
He's a somma time man, some of yours, some of mine
He's a somma time man all year 'round
(repeat)
Now here's a description of the (nigga) that I'm dissin'
If your man fits this category then dismiss him
You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him
Send him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about him
He's got a problem, and it's similar to drugs
Not weed, cocaine, crack or dud, it's an erection, huh
He's a mission, a sexual transition
Addiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petition
He's a man that likes easy pickin'
Thinking that every girl is like easy stickin'
You gotta realize that girls are not store-bought
Like Newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the butt
So now I know that what I know I know is now true
You're being true to lovin' a brother that's not with you
You wanna bootie smack from the back
But if you come like that you might catch a Diggum smack
He's a somma time man
[Yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time fools
And you know who you are
Sometimes you will, sometimes you won't
Now you see 'em, yo, now you don't
1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's time to be true to the paid
Cuz this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
So don't you ain't throw it out there, baby]
CHORUS
He's a somma time man, a summer somma time
Especially when it's hot sex is always on his mind
Lookin', dippin' and dog your short skirts, no stockings
No matter who it is, long as he's boot-knockin'
???
???
La-di-da-di all the way to ?
Runnin' through girls like it's musical punanee
So come one, come all, he try to right you all
With that greater than Tibet-time free-fall
Talking that same old same lame ???
Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrap
But everytime he parts his lips
It's funny because I always seems to smell his (shit)
From June, July, August, September
All year-round so girls, just remember
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Sexy noises turn me on and on
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Love it when you whisper down my ears (oooo, baby)
Love it when you breathin' down me face (oooo, baby)
Love it when you rub down me spine (oooo, baby)
Love it when we drink white wine (oooo, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Now tell me, baby, how many hints must I make before you get the picture
That I like it when you talk to me? You say it loud what you say
Don't shy away, say it to my face, talk sweet to me
Go up and down and go round and do all that
But don't forget that I'm a sister with a thing for the sound
So make a sexy noise when you're on your way down
Yeah, all the way down
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Do anything you like, and do it just how you like it
But when you feel you wanna scream, baby, don't fight it
Cuz everytime I hear the noise comin' from your lips
You're gonna feel the rotation in my hips
Cuz it's that sexy noise that moves me
And don't stop the lyrics if you don't wanna lose me
Because I wanna know, lover, if I'm doin' it well
But if you don't yell, brother, how can I tell?
Sexy noises turn me on and on
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Now Missy Pepa say she wanna have fun
She comin' down me house and ????
I love it when she caress me ears with her tongue
Cannot find words to tell her "Oh, me have fun"
And everytime she touch me and she start rub me down
It drive the body crazy when she make sexy sound - like that!
Talk to me, mmm-hmmm, ah yeah
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
I'm lovin' the way you do me cuz you do me real swell
Come on and make some noise though, go 'head, what the hell?
It's just me and you, and ain't nobody else down
So what's up, big man, give it to me right now
You wonder why I faint and swing with ya, don't ya?
Well come and make some noise for me, please, baby, won't ya?
Go, baby, go when you come into my house
S'matter? Cat got your tongue? Boy, open up your mouth
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
[Mmmm, oh, damn, baby...
You know you gotta wear a condom, right?]
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
A-one, a-one-two
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...
CHORUS
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be...
(repeat)
Just like me, just like me
The S to the A to the L to the fa-sol-la T's makin' dough
(Nuts?) No, but as in big bucks
So (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell
It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
And I can tell that you don't like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell
And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now
Check it out, check it out
Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
Up and down the block just ain't my thang
I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money
Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
I needed more to explore so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack
Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy
CHORUS
Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
Just to get one, niggas get a real five
It's all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight
So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat
But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don't know much about ya
But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can
CHORUS
[You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches
They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches
I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stand
(So I'm a bitch now?)
Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
(Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a bitch, y'all)
Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?
(You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
And I'll bet you wanna be like me)
Still can't stand them bitches
(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all
A rich bitch, y'all, and I know)]
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
I'm your honey-dipper so you say, you know
Then you react and attack every flirt and ho
But oh, no - you gots to go now, bro
To and fro, unh-unh, no more
So just walk out the door and be out like Margetta
I've been through this before, but now I think I better
Kick ya to the curb cuz this hurts, word
You dis and wanna kiss? Now that's absurd
Yo, Spinderella ain't the kind type to be pulled down, ya know
Before I go out I go blow-for-blow
So tell those hos that sittin' there waitin' by the phone
That they can have you cuz you's gone
CHORUS
All you gotta do is just step-step
Me and you, we're through so just step-step
All you gotta do is just step-step
I hate to be ya
I'm not the one to be gone
You better go out and get someone else, hon
Who can eat your lies when you feed it to her
And take that little thumb when you give me to her
Cuz you was packin' now you're lackin'
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress a small thing
Yo, back to the track in the matter
I don't need to see you think you're all of thatta
Regardless of you my purse and pockets will be fatter
I leaved ya flat, I leave ya flat, I left ya flatter
CHORUS
I wouldn't take ya back if ya paid me
It was so sweet, oh no, I can't believe ya played me
I'll admit you pulled it off kinda well
But guess what? I did it, too, so what the hell?
You reap what you sow, you know, you know how that go
I know you're kinda shocked, but it was you who showed me so
Swallow your pride, take it in, be a man
I understood, now you understand
That the minute you started showing me neglect
Is the same minute I started feeling the effect
Why I held it in I didn't wanna accept
That it could be over just for cheap sex
Experience is what we need to learn from
I know we all made mistakes, but you're a big one
So to the lucky man who's up next
Either treat me right or just step (step-step)
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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...
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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]
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Baby...
Baby, baby, baby (give it to me)
Oh, yeah (I need it)
Come and get it (I'm ready)
Cuz no one does it better than me (than you, you, you)
Than me, yeah yeah (oh, sugar)
No one does it better than me
No one does it (girl), no one
Yo, Mr. Don Juan, give me everything I need
I'm ready for the world, rub me down, proceed
Treat like the mic then rock me
Let's do it while you hold me in the air - don't drop me
Heavyweight boot-knocker, whatcha wanna do
In the waterbed room, yeah, just me and you?
I got the fever for the nook-nook
So if ya never seen a body like this take a good look
Take a good look, bet that ass'll be hooked
Because I'm better than a good book
She can't match the cat, and when she looks at your back
She sees Salt in a passion scratch
We go round and round so let me break it down
If she was all that, you wouldn't be here right now
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (bet no one does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (yeah yeah)
No one does it better (no light) (whether they're cute too) (oh no)
No one does it (yeah), oh baby, no one
Well that's true, that's why you never have no beef
Cuz when the bugle is blown it's all tongue and no teeth
You're gettin' done between the sheets
And I know you don't cheat cuz at home you gets freaked
And worked out to capacity
A good piece of ass to me, that's all you have to be
I lay ya down to the maximum
And I'm extra in the middle cuz that's where I'm waxin' him
Honey knows where the flavor's at
Who's cat is all that, who keeps comin' back...
To me, can't stay away
Gotta have it night and day just because
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (no one)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it to me), better than I do
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
You're damn right no one does it better than me
Pepa's got ways to keep ya happy
Don't put nothin' past me
If I wanna I do, if I don't then don't ask me
Aim to please the man and freak the man
Twenty-four seven cuz he's the man
Got thrills and frills like a theme park
Before the chill part, you can't have an ill heart
Cuz it's definitely on when I hit the bedroom
That knows zooma-zoom-zoom in his poom-poom
Pep's the body mechanic so don't panic
I'll let ya have it, but love ain't always automatic
I never had a complaint, never said I feel faint
I got the face of a saint, you think I am but I ain't
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (not better than you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do
(no one does it)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
No one does it better (no one), better than I do
No one does it better (is better than you), better than I do
No one does it better (no one else, nobody is better than you)
better than I do
No one does it, oh baby, no one
No one does it better...
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Got the phat groove on the reel...
(Can you groove with me?)
Got the phat groove on the reel
CHORUS
Groove me, I need you
To groove me, I need you
So put it here, baby, open your eyes
And let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
So put it here, baby, open your eyes
And let me groove you
Got the phat groove...
Salt-N-Pepa came back to the mic
It's not the end of the road
And like the boom in the bass about to explode
I got the rhymes to keep you goin' like petro
So everytime you see me on the mic
You know you just can't let go
So here we go again, sexy in a twin-pack
Straight from my eyes down to my back stacked
You're under my control
I got your heart and soul
Go down and take your time
I want you deep inside
So put it here, yeah, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
The music in my mic can move you
Like engine-engine number nine
I got the rump-shakin' flavor with the nasty rhyme
So if the crowd can move with me, move with me
Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
CHORUS
So put it here, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
So put it here, baby
Open your eyes and let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
CHORUS
Well I'm the P-E-P-A, Pepa here to stay
And good when naughty so hip-hop hooray
I rock the mic like Anita freak a love song
I must say, yes, it's been so long
But now I'm back, bustin' phat rhymes, and I'm here to stay
So you got to give it up like Marv Gaye
You're under my control
I got your heart and soul
Go down and take your time
I want you deep inside
Yes, yes, I'm swingin' my rhymes at full speed
To groove with the style cuz it's full breed
I bring it home like Stephanie Mills, and then I chill
Got the phat groove on the reel
So move with the tune, yeah, move with me
Salt-N-Pepa said groove with me, groove with me
CHORUS
Why don't you throw it to me now?
I mean now, yeah babe, right now
Let the bass boom-boom and pow-pow me
I like my music real loud and grimey
Slick and slimey, you may try me
But can't run no bullshit by me
Cuz Wink and I, we flow to histaticlly beat automatically
Anything else can be a lack to me, G, see
See, see what I'm sayin'?
See the crowd swayin' to the phat joint playin'
CHORUS
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
Well, for a long time, me, pep, and spin have been involved in the fight
Against aids, and we always say the best cure is not to get it and not to pread it. you should be responsible if you're gonna have sex.
So, we decided to give a spot on our album to a group of young people who'e also involved in the fight, and they're called weatoc from boston, massachusetts. they're just young people schoolin'
Young people.
Cathy: oh, god, I can't believe this. i mean, I thought this happened o
Other people but not me. I mean, I'm only 16 years old. I had a hole
Life ahead of me, and now I'm gonna die! I mean, what am I gonna do?
I...oh, god, I'm so confused, and where's mario? i called him over an
Hour ago. all we had to do was just use protection. I mean, the condoms were right there.
[knock on door]
Cathy: come in.
Mario: yo, what's up, man? hold it, hold it - where the tv at?
Cathy: mario, forget about the tv.
Mario: what are you talking about? I got 50 dollars on this game.
Cathy: mario, this is more important than the game.
Mario: what? what? alright, whoa, who's home?
Cathy: there's nobody home right now.
Mario: oh, then so that's why you called me over here then...
Cathy: mario, that's how we got into this in the first place.
Mario: what are you talking about? what, what are you talking about?
Cathy: I went to the clinic today.
Mario: oh, what you got? a little cold? I know how to fix that.
Cathy: mario, I don't have a cold.
Mario: so..oh...oh, please, please, don't tell me you're pregnant. please don't tell me you're pregnant.
Cathy: right now that would be easier to tell you than what I have to tell you.
Mario: so then what are you talking about? you're talking in circles, cathy.
Cathy: mario, I got tested, and my test...my test results came up positive.
Mario: tests for what? postive for what? what are you talkin' about?
Cathy: I have hiv...
Mario: you...
Cathy: ...and I really don't know what we're gonna do because...
Mario: hold up, wait...wait, wait... you got aids?
Cathy: yes.
Mario: oh...
Cathy: I have the virus, and I don't know what we're gonna do.
Mario: hold up, what "we're" gonna do?
Cathy: I mean, we should have used protection.
Mario: what "we're" gonna do? what are you talking about? no, no, no...this can't... no, this is not happening to me...
Cathy: what are you talking about?
Mario: no, this... I mean, you might have hiv, I guess, but not me. no, I'm sorry, I'm straight.
Cathy: mario, what are you talking about? you know you're the only one I've been with.
Mario: that's not what I've heard.
Cathy: you know we didn't use protection!
Mario: oh, my goodness, that's not what I heard. my boys talk... they told me they seen you with all types of dudes, cathy. come on, now.
Cathy: your boys? you're gonna start listening to your boys at a time like this?
Mario: well, i'm... well, trust me, now was a perfect time to start.
Cathy: mario, I thought you loved me! what are you... I can't believe this is coming from you! i thought...
Mario: hey, whoa...
Cathy: I thought I meant more to you than this!
Mario: well I did love you, but now you be sleeping around. you caught aids and all that...
Cathy: sleeping around? !
Mario: what do you want me to do?
Cathy: I can't believe you, mario! I hate you! just get home, my god!
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop]
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
CHORUS
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Jam, S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
On and on keep it on 'til the break of dawn
I'm-a rip shop and drop the bomb
Boom-bam-slam with the jam in effect
Catchin' wreck, catchin' wreck with the Pep
Yet, yo, I'm-a flow like the now
You know my style buck-wild
Rippin' scripts, dive and dips, dip and dives
Overdrive, I'm in overdrive
Goin' off, never to the loss, of course
I'm the best, yes, I am, yes
Yo, so here I go again
I'm in like Flynn guarateed to win
So step back with the battleship grip
Word to mother, my brother, you're outta my tip
Let it go, let it go, I just wanna flow...uh, and keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
(repeat)
Check it out (what?), big Pep PG
Not rated R, I can flow without the B's
And the F's and the A's, gotta have a taste
To kick, gotta have the P's
To pick up the bass, pump up the bass like that
When you pump it up it makes me rap like the pro that I am
Hear what I am, yes, I am, gotta have the D for the "damn"
Jam on the one, jam on the two, oh yeah
Give me my ? on a dare, cuz I'm the rare
Do you see a woman rip shop?
But I'm here to drop and drop
Here 'til I can't 'ford no more
Sucker MC's better be out the door
More I pour, get to the core
When I finish, girlfriend, you're gonna be sore
Word, the big birdy's like that y'all
Big Pep Denton is crazy, phat y'all
Word is born, keep it on, yeah...'til the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
One-two-three it's me - S-A-L-T
The woman to be, can't ya see?
On the microphone I stand alone - psyche
Pepa P got the left, I got the right
As if you didn't know the flow got better with the weather
Fall off never that never, never wack ever
I'm butter like my leather
Clever, yes, I'm a lady that's clever
Rockin' it, rippin' it, yes, I'll be kickin' it
Kickin' it, brothers be trickin' and trickin'
Don't stop, don't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
When I hear the beat I'll be damned not to get ill, kill
Yo, Salt, chill, what ya mean "chill?"
Chill, I know how you feel
When I hear the beat I wanna flip, too
Let me show you how I do
In '92 I was on the L, '93's time to get off the L
And watch my pockets swell like hell
Can't ya tell how Pep be livin'?
Livin' every day livin' like it's Thanksgivin'
Cuz I got the gift to get swift on the mic
Al'ight, psyche, cuz I'm the type to get it hype
Get it up, get it on, that's word as bond...to the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop]
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
CHORUS
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Jam, S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
On and on keep it on 'til the break of dawn
I'm-a rip shop and drop the bomb
Boom-bam-slam with the jam in effect
Catchin' wreck, catchin' wreck with the Pep
Yet, yo, I'm-a flow like the now
You know my style buck-wild
Rippin' scripts, dive and dips, dip and dives
Overdrive, I'm in overdrive
Goin' off, never to the loss, of course
I'm the best, yes, I am, yes
Yo, so here I go again
I'm in like Flynn guarateed to win
So step back with the battleship grip
Word to mother, my brother, you're outta my tip
Let it go, let it go, I just wanna flow...uh, and keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
(repeat)
Check it out (what?), big Pep PG
Not rated R, I can flow without the B's
And the F's and the A's, gotta have a taste
To kick, gotta have the P's
To pick up the bass, pump up the bass like that
When you pump it up it makes me rap like the pro that I am
Hear what I am, yes, I am, gotta have the D for the "damn"
Jam on the one, jam on the two, oh yeah
Give me my ? on a dare, cuz I'm the rare
Do you see a woman rip shop?
But I'm here to drop and drop
Here 'til I can't 'ford no more
Sucker MC's better be out the door
More I pour, get to the core
When I finish, girlfriend, you're gonna be sore
Word, the big birdy's like that y'all
Big Pep Denton is crazy, phat y'all
Word is born, keep it on, yeah...'til the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
One-two-three it's me - S-A-L-T
The woman to be, can't ya see?
On the microphone I stand alone - psyche
Pepa P got the left, I got the right
As if you didn't know the flow got better with the weather
Fall off never that never, never wack ever
I'm butter like my leather
Clever, yes, I'm a lady that's clever
Rockin' it, rippin' it, yes, I'll be kickin' it
Kickin' it, brothers be trickin' and trickin'
Don't stop, don't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
When I hear the beat I'll be damned not to get ill, kill
Yo, Salt, chill, what ya mean "chill?"
Chill, I know how you feel
When I hear the beat I wanna flip, too
Let me show you how I do
In '92 I was on the L, '93's time to get off the L
And watch my pockets swell like hell
Can't ya tell how Pep be livin'?
Livin' every day livin' like it's Thanksgivin'
Cuz I got the gift to get swift on the mic
Al'ight, psyche, cuz I'm the type to get it hype
Get it up, get it on, that's word as bond...to the break of dawn
CHORUS (repeat)
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