We're on a Dissin' all of the MC's, it's my you're kissin' I desire
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I ya all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us a career Others try to imitate but none has near So you see, why everybody stands up and And if you really think about it, you what it means
To be a female rapper from the of Queens And see others about being supreme But once on the scene, we start killing People claim too wild to tame On stage we like sizzlin' flame
And oh, so when we rap you need a sweater The rhymes so tough, you swear they're of leather Get the best of bunch, and I bet that we're better 'em why, pepa, tell 'em why, 'cuz I desire
DJ's come and go like the wind But mine is than all of them She's sharper than a razor it comes to a cut More than a laser if you wanna play rough Not the object of a show, subject to cut
tell you spinderella's dope Call her spin for short but she don't take Wanna duel? a fool [unverified] Choppin' beats for these until the bleed Scratches so damn hard, you'd swear the mixer had
She's the mutilator, music Spinderella the records with a chainsaw You're amazed by the way she plays Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I
from the pepa and my name is Cher From Queens, New York not I like my steak well done, 'cuz I hate it And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Pepa the salt, so do not rip 'Cuz if you do shift from first to fifth
out, it's heard, I thought you were dead Short, fading I went upside your head So get back to the beat the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass much impact The rock and just because the beat kicks bass We're gonna bounce this all over the place 'cuz I desire
While you're on the set let the roll Salt and pepa are the stars, the the video Your room is boomin' when 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 over You be the grass, be the lawnmower Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no Not trying, 'cuz it's like that
Hot damn, how you be so dog gone dumb? to dis salt and pepa when we're number one? But we excuse you 'cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a Like duck you're confused in so many ways
Giving nothing, taking all whether big or We got a [unverified] beat and 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