Salt With A Deadly Pepa

I'm salt here to resource so start steppin'
When me and my homegirl pepa start pepperin'
Try and dis the girls, try to stand tall shorty
The girls got naughty - we went top forty
Call in the troops, we're comin' out blazin'
Ill if you will there ain't no savin'
The queens have been ordained
You can't play me boy, i'm no game

It takes two to dance so c'mon let's tango
Us on the mics and y'all on the dance floor
It's a salt and pepa affair, yeah
Never ever no static, beats will come out clear
Title after title we take
Rack 'em up we're gonna tally 'em
And when we're done you're gonna need a valium
To calm your nerves, after i bomb your nerves
The quiet comes after the storm is heard
And i'm stormin' long and strong, i can't go wrong
Watch me get into this rap song
Like a river i flow into the mic i'll blow
Make sure it's on as spinderella drops the beats so

Yo, salt, your mic

Yo, pepa, your mic

Yo, spin, you hype

We're def, you're right

The bass shakin', dancin' all night

Booties shakin' from left to right

Salt and pepa rockin' the mic

So that you might



Shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

You gotta twist and shout (twist and shout)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (come on, baby)

Go ahead, and work it on out (work it on out)

Oooo, work it on out now, baby (work it on out now)

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really got me going now, boy (got me going)

Just like i knew you would (like i knew you would)



Oooo, hey baby, listen, i think they're playin' our song

What up? you gonna get up? well shut up and come on

I wanna feel your body close to me, lovin' and holdin' me

Tight like a vice grip squeezin' all over me

Yeah, that's the way, hey, don't get carried away

The other boy, do what the record say



And shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

You make me twist and shout (twist and shout)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (come on, baby)

Work it, work it on out (work it on out)

Work that bootie on out now, baby, ha (work it on out now)

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really got me going now (got me going)

Just like i knew you would (like i knew you would)



Yeah, gimme gimme gimme all you got boyfriend, you should be enjoyin'

A sexy girl might ease that antedote to poison

Boys in the jam ask me to dance, but i say no chance

I want a man who's advanced in the art of dance

So when we get on a floor, he can take me on a tour

And we can do it till the fluid or sweat starts to pour

Down like the rain and the thunderstorm hard and strong

Boy, come on, don't wait too long



You better shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Twist and shout (twist and shout)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (come on, baby)

Go ahead, and work it on out (work it on out)

Yeah, work it on out now, boyfriend (work it on out now)

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really got me going now with that stuff (got me going)

Like i knew you would (like i knew you would)



Oooo, (ah) get higher, baby

(ah) higher, baby

(ah) oooo, get higher, baby

(ow) yeah, now break it down



One good twist deserves a better one, a deffer one

We're salt and pepa, together we'll have lots of fun

Do it again, babe, for the hit parade

Cuz spinderella does a hell of a job keepin' the record playin'

Shout like ya just sold your soul to rock 'n roll

You lost control, go hit the floor



And shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Come on, twist and shout (twist and shout)

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, baby, now (come on, baby)

Go ahead, and work it on out (work it on out)

Oooo, work it on out now, baby (work it on out now)

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really got me going now, boy (got me going)

Just like i knew you would (like i knew you would)



Shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Come on, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake it, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Shake, shake, shake, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

Why don't you shake it up, baby, now? (shake it up, baby)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (shake it up, baby)

(ad lib / fade)

Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as i touch it
Do this smooth and easy like
So we might get hyped in here tonight
Be nice, relax, mc's further back
If you ain't with that
I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap
That can smack the smile off your face jack
So don't start no crap
Givin' a little bit of heart and soul
As we do it to you in your earhole
Huh, i ain't going out like a sucker
And if you think so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the butt of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and make a wish
This groove is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's time to

Get up, i think the sound will make you
Get up, word up, i swear you got to
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Spinderella my dj's a turntable trooper
My partner pepa she's a power booster
Word to life, i swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't take my word, i'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, i just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start dustin'
So-called lyricists can never deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, i'd still knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and i'm-a play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can't sleep on
Spinderella, please drop some beats on
This crowd, pump it up loud
Gimme a scratch, ok now
It's time for hell to be raised
As i kick some lyrics on the beats hurb made
Salt's at my side with a shotgun
A little action? i just had some
What can i say? the girl don't play
Gonna skip town on judgement day
So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "get up", i think you better do it

Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up
Get up, everybody get up

Salty that's me flippin' on mcs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, i'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal
You didn't know? yeah, right, come on now
Oh, i'm supposed to believe e-m-c-e-e's
Are glad salt is makin' g's?
Save that crap, i got my public to rap to
Tried to play me out, i ought to slap you, punk
For being disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but i'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes i'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic i'll show it
Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and sisters
All in all over ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year

Get up, everybody get up...

I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is phone
This is my house make yourself at home
Now see those chairs? please just ignore them
Believe me, they'll be no need for them
I got a rhyme, and i'd like to exploit it
You came in here so you cannot avoid it
This beat is hard, it's as hard as atomic energy
Thinkin' as long as we're rhymin' to it
And it's addictive like smoking
Word to the parents, see, i'm not jokin'
You'd be a thief only this life is harmless
Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darndest
So don't fight it, don't fear it
Just take your hands, applause and cheer it
I gave you more than you ever expected
And when i did then you gave me respect
With your support we're reachin' new heights
Salt and pepa's insanely hyped on the mic

My supporters are massive, my sound is passive
If i was you, i'd take time to ask if
Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the best
Great or supurb, to be or not to be, that's a good question
How good they used to be, well i give less than a damn
Cuz the present day counts if you can't rock a tone
I suggest you just count
I said please, but it's not like i'm pleadin'
So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin'
Cuz i'm about to rain, and when i rain i don't drizzle
It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle
See, i understand that you had the dishes
But if it's too hot, get out of the kitchen
Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones i don't like
And they are the ones that get me hyped on the mic

I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth
Outside on the street people heard all of the beats
That i rapped or mastered so throw the wax on
Pepa is that strong, they can hear the last song
First class status, i'm a blessed event
God rocked the full-size for my silhoutte
Yes, solo this woman, rise all before me
??? jump on it
Don't try to be cuz i will protest
Oh yes, i have an uzi i've been dyin' to test
Livin' larger than life but to be precise
I'm pepa, much deffer when i'm crazy hyped on the mic

We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke
Rhymes written not ? and how it should be wrote
People jammin' not standin' and what you hope
A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
??? he'd be madly hyped
Spinderella had to tell him, "boy, you ain't my type"
Get away from her, i tell you before she gets pissed
She's got a left with a cut, and it'll go like this

Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, but you were a big wheel
Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal
As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped
Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept
Take a breath between rhymes with a bet, tell 'em pep
Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes i kick
Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt i'll stick
When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype
Salt and pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic

Pep had to step, she'll be back in a sec

But in the meantime, i like to have sound check



One-two's what i say as the record gets played

For a little bit to make sure it stays on track

The wax can't be scratched unless spin is there

So she can catch it on time so then i can rhyme

The vocalist on the mic is me



I'm the short and sexy one in effect

About to bring it to you straight up, wait up

You ready? huh, it's time to pay up

The capital s gonna spot

I'm here to wreck shop [salt, where's pepa?]

Yo, she's at the next stop

So all aboard, grab a seat and get set

Spinderella, start it up, now let's check

Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, i'm still the best

I'm holdin' down camp keepin' punks in check

So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?

Salt and pepa with mics, spinderella with cuts

Let's get paid, get paid



Yeah, comin' in and goin' in, growin' in and throwin' in

We got the flavor, and everyday we're showin' it

So just stay back cuz salt ain't takin' no fronts

Cuz i'm dope, i look good, and i'm paid to be blunt

Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from queens

You think it's def now? wait till pepa steps on the scene

So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight

The name salt and pepa, the year '88

Let's get paid, get paid



Doin' the chores on behalf of my partner

Like money in the bank so thanks, now i'm a spark of the ashes

Strike the match, light the fuse

Spinderella, me, and pep singing the get paid blues

To the petty i'm like a machete making confetti

Cuz you don't see pepa, punk, step up, you still ain't ready

You want a piece of what the salt releases?

Take a chunk, punk, and now you're leaving in pieces



Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your nova

Before you thought, think again, you won't get over

With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief

Yo, pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic

Cuz i'm hoggin' it, holmes start loggin' it

They wanna know do i rock? salt be doggin' it

Shakin' and bakin' the mic just like a chef

I'll rock this beat until there ain't none left

Let's get paid, get paid

Let's get paid, get paid



If i run out of breath, i take a pause

If pepa's on stage i say "go for yours"

But if she ain't then this mic i'm minin'

I say "spin, drop it" and keep rhymin'

When pepa comes back she'll say "salt, chill"

Grab the mic, and go for the kill

But you're lucky cuz she ain't back yet

Relax, men, you're a nervous wreck

Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin'

You look scared, stiff as a manequin

But still you're back again to see me rap again

Spin, cut the final hit, let's just pack 'em in

Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, they know i still love 'em

If they can't stand the heat well then chuck 'em

Salt and pepa, spinderella came here to tell ya

Let's get paid, get paid

Let's get paid, get paid