I'd like you to meet my mic, last is Phone This is my house make at home, now See chairs? Please just ignore them Believe me, they'll be no need for
I got a rhyme, and I'd like to it You came in here so you avoid it beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as rhymin' to it
And addictive like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not be a fiend only this type is harmless Couldn't the habit if you tried your darnedest
So don't fight it, don't it take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever And I did that you gave me respect With your we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-Pepa's insanely on the mic
My supporters are massive, my is passive If I was you, I'd time to ask if Others heard really deserve to be ranked as the best Great or suburb, to be or not to be, that's a good
How good they 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 like I'm
So don't get supe, peasant, 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 that you have itchin'
But if it's too hot, get out of the 'Cuz and fakes are the ones I don't like And are the ones that get me hyped on the mic
I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a in my teeth on the street people heard all of the beats That I or maxed on so throw the wax on is that strong, make a hit rap song
First class status, I'm a event God the full-size for my silhouette Yes, this woman, rise all before me only be inevitable until morning
Don't try to 'cuz I will protest Oh yes, I have an Uzi I've dyin' to test Livin' than life 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 how it should be wrote jammin' not standin', so what you hope A funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
hed be madly hyped Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you my type" Get away from her, I you before she gets pissed got a cut, for your but and it goes like this
Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you a big wheel dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal As you flip like a freak the whole just flopped Couldn't rock like a rocker so you got rocked
I'm the gettin' deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes we're best, 'em Pep Or let's kick it like a kicker, the I kick Like a sticker stuck to your butt I'll stick When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's Salt-N-Pepa, right, you know we're hyped on the mic