We're on a Dissin' all of the MC's, my butt you're kissin' I desire
Yo, a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us a career Others try to imitate but none has come So you see, why everybody up and cheer And if you really think it, you know what it means
To be a female rapper from the of Queens And see others dream about supreme But on the scene, we start killing Kings claim we're too wild to tame On stage we behave like flame
And oh, so cool when we rap you a sweater The rhymes so tough, you they're made of leather Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're 'em why, pepa, tell 'em why, 'cuz I desire
DJ's come and go like the wind But mine is better than all of sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut More lethal than a laser if you wanna rough Not the object of a show, to cut [unverified]
[Unverified] tell you spinderella's Call her spin for short but she take [unverified] Wanna duel? you're a [unverified] Choppin' beats for these until the turntables so damn hard, you'd swear the mixer had fleas
She's the mutilator, music Spinderella rocks the records a chainsaw You're still by the way she plays Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze I desire
Salt from the pepa and my name is From Queens, New York not I like my steak done, 'cuz I hate it rare And I'm lovable and like Yogi the bear Pepa the salt, so do not rip 'Cuz if you do shift from first to fifth
Lights out, heard, I thought you were dead Short, fading went I went upside your So get to the beat 'cuz the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass gets much The beats rock and just because the kicks bass We're gonna bounce this all over the place 'cuz I desire
While on the set let the cameras roll Salt and pepa are the stars, the the video Your room is when we're on your stereo So on tight, don't dare let go We're the teachers, the students, class is in session
Pay attention and girls, and learn your lesson We're running things, yes, we're over You be the grass, be the lawnmower fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack Not trying, succeeding 'cuz like that
Hot damn, how could you be so dog dumb? Trying to dis salt and pepa when number one? But we excuse you 'cuz you're dippy, your in a daze Like every duck confused in so many ways
nothing, taking all whether big or small We got a [unverified] beat and dope, def y'all Every day of the week you're at my beck and You wanna try me out? You have the gall 'cuz I desire