I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is is my house make yourself at home, now See those Please just ignore them Believe me, be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and I'd to exploit it You came in here so you cannot it This beat is hard, as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And it's addictive smoking to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only this type is Couldn't kick the habit if you tried darnedest
So don't it, don't fear it Just 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 we're new heights Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My supporters are massive, my sound is If I was you, I'd take to ask if Others you've heard really to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, a good question
How good used to be, well, I give less than a damn 'Cuz the present that if you can't rock the mic I you dis-mount 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, gonna sizzle See, I understand that you have been
But if too hot, get out of the kitchen 'Cuz frauds and fakes are the I don't like And they are the that get me hyped on the mic
I'm gonna you for keeps, got a system in my teeth Outside on the street people all of the beats I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap
First class status, I'm a event God rocked the full-size for my Yes, this woman, rise all before me only be inevitable until morning
Don't try to leave 'cuz I protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've dyin' to test larger than life but to be precise I'm Pepa, much when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
We're gonna it down to you how it should be broke Rhymes not bitten how it should be wrote People jammin' not standin', so you hope A show funky not junky, you say are dope
[Incomprehensible] hed be madly Spinderella had to him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from her, I tell you before she gets got a cut, for your but and it goes like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you a big wheel Started dealin' a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole world just rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
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 your I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, the hip-hop's hype Salt-N-Pepa, that's right, you know hyped on the mic