1.A 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
2.Get Up Everybody
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...
3.Hyped On The Mic
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
4.Intro Jam
Pepa...
Yes, salt？
Are the mics loud enough？
Yes, salt
Shall we begin？
Yes, salt
5.I Gotcha
You told me today that you quit your girlfriend
I'd be the next one to ease on in
You promised me it would be just us two
I'd be the only girl kissin' on you
Now you got a girl, but you still want me
Remember nothing in life is free
If you want your cake and eat it too
Come here, boy, let me show you what to do
Why don't you just kiss me
Hold it a long time
Hold it, don't turn it loose now
Hold it a little bit longer now
Hold it, go, hold it, yeah
Now ease up off me and get back
You made me a deal, and you're gonna stick to it
You shouldn't have promised if you wasn't gonna do it
You saw me and ran in another direction
I'll teach you to play with my affection
I played mistress for too long
Now your butt is mine plus your old girl's gone
Gimme with your all, and don't try to front
So don't act dumb, boy, you know what i want
Come on now, give it here
You never should have promised to me
Give it here, don't say nothin'
Just give it here, don't hold back now
Give it here, go
Yeah, the boy tried to flip on us, pep
Yeah, well put him in check!
I've got ya now, and i ain't lettin' go
Payday's now cuz i said so
Forget about all the other girls cuz ya can't have none
Cuz it's time to collect not a check but fun
I want you to kiss me
Hold it a long time
Hold it, don't turn it loose now
Hold it a little bit longer now
Hold it, go, hold it, yeah
Hold it, ow
Now ease up off me and get back
6.Let The Rhythm Run(Remix)
Salt and pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like
The type of hype that's unbelievable to write
Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, we're gonna let the party begin
So tell me pepa, are you ready to work it out？
You know it salt, i'm ready to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it out？
Cuz salt and pepa is ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run (what？), the rhythm run
Now let the drums run (good), the drums run
So let the rhythm run (huh？), the rhythm run
Yo, salt... whassup？ can we get some？
They call me salt, i'm like a billion bulbs
The rhymes i toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength i swore there's no either／or
Mcs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war
Some rappers got soul on the mic, right？ (right)
But others be playin' it like they're all that
And you know what'll happen if i don't like your style of
rappin'
Step on stage as soon as i'm on it
Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a rhyme and claim another victim
People 'round the world, i like to play to 'em
In every club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like mardi gras
I couldn't do it though without the help from
The melody that we call the rhythm
Yo, pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh？
Yeah, i been ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run (what？), the rhythm run (who？)
Aw, c'mon pep, go ahead and bust one
If the pep you want, that's just what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effect
I see a crowd, i can't help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and recite
A dope rhmye cuz i'm a lyrical queen
The pepa mc's makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker smoked when i spoke
Boy, you better kill the noise
Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run
Let the drums run (yeah), now let 'em run
Mess around and i'll bet you don't get none
Is it over yet？ never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n roll
My mic is like a gun, i go nowhere without it
You gotta better one, i'm sorry but i doubt it
My partner's name is pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but i think that she's deffer
Since rappin' is art and i'm a dope artist
If lyrics mean you're smart, then i must be the smartest
My dj likes to spin, we call her spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million seller
Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take none
A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one
Assume the position, commence the dance session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson
Seatbelts fastened, let's have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna run
Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done
Let the drums run, no, the drums are done
7.Shake Your Thang
[ow, shake it!
Yeah, oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby
Yes, indeedy
Funky (get down)]
We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing
To a funky beat with a go-go swing
Everyone was watching, they stared in shock
Amazed at how salt and pepa was rock-
In the place with a smile on my face
Some got upset and then tried to base
They called us nasty, said we danced dirty
Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty
Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump
I was all set not to jet but to jump
Spin broke it up and asked not to break
Said, 'they don't understand the way you...'
Chorus
Shake your thang, owww
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you how to catch a groove
It's your thang (it's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I won't tell you who to sock it to
Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it
We could get loose, but we can't get naked
It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered
Look again - see？ we're just dancin'
Relax a bit, now ain't that better？
I think it's time for you to get a...
Partner, doe-see, gather in closely
I wanna see the ones that mostly
Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity
Do your duty and...
Chorus
Come on, y'all, shake that thing
You got to just show no shame
I want you to shake that thing
Come on, y'all, show no shame
Shake your thang, yeah yeah
Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby
Owww, i won't tell you how to catch a groove
It's my thing, and i'll swing it the way that i feel
With a little seduction and some sex appeal
It's friday night, and i just got paid
I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade
Moving in closely, ready for the kill
Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill
But if i guy touch my body i just put him in check
I said, 'we just met', 'we can't do that yet'
I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy)
I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up
And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop
Stick out your butt, and shake what you got
Chorus
Oooo, i like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby
It's my thing, and i shake it crazy
Don't try and tell me how to party
It's my dance, yup, and it's my body
The shirt i wear may be low cut
My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt
Designer down from head to toe
Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow
Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy
C'mon, we both know i don't want you for your money
Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme
I like to dance, oooo, and i like to grind
I like this song, i like this beat
I'll see you later, where shall we...
Chorus
8.Solo Power(Let's Get Paid)
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
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
9.Solo Power(Syncopated Soul)
As i was way in the back i noticed that
Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats
Then i decided to slow down the tempo
To let you catch your breath so
Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of
Syncopated soul power
Got to have syncopated soul power
All you need is syncopated soul power
Yeah, gimme some soul power
Everybody needs soul power
I'm the pepa, much deffer
Half-stepper？ no, i'm never
World renowned as a vocalist
When salt is not around i'm a soloist
Puttin' pep in your step seriously
Conquest is the best lyrically
The mic is a component i use on my opponents
Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it？
Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower
And full of soul power
All i got is sycopated soul power
All you need is sycopated soul power
Cold kickin' soul power
Steady kickin' soul power
Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute
I'm gonna tell you what to do with it
Wave it like a flag, dirty rag
Keep 'em there till they get jet lag
Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on
If salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong
Meet the mix empress, spinderella, head on
And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song
Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies
If i ain't done rappin' yo, spin, keep cuttin'
Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now
We on a roll with syncopated soul power
Got to have syncopated soul power
All you need is syncopated soul power
Soul power, soul power
Soul power, soul power...
10.Spinderella's Not A Fella(But A Girl Dj)
When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up
She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up
When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up
You might think it is but...
Chorus
Spinderella's not a fella - what you say？
Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok
Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj
？ spins you won't get
And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental
Nice on a slice, swift on a mix
Those who dis will then be dismissed
Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her
If you can't put up then shut the hell up
All you mixmasters and cutmasters
True grandmasters even jammasters
Listen to what i'm sayin' on the mic
She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke
So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive
Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke
With the microphone you're toast
Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost
Check the style plus the swiftness
Don't take my word for it, you be the witness
No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth
The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug
No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin'
Mistakes on hip-hop breaks？ she's just wouldn't
Make believe what she can do indeed
You're dealing with the queen of speed
Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed
Now then, you know what i mean...
Chorus
She's the inch long on the mixboard
Put your tape on pause and press record
Never does the same cut twice in one night
She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice
Grip the turntable and flip the record over
Heat up the party like a supernova
Because it's a girl don't mean jack
If jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped
Wanna know her name and why she came？
Not to cause trouble but to entertain
I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella
The mix empress...spinderella!
Yeah, that's her title
The god of speed is her dj idol
Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac
Only when the scene's packed will she react to
Anyone who dares to compare
The comp will be too much too bear
But this chick is big on tricks
With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt
Second, she's flexin' and checkin'
The level of the power meter will not be less than
Ten degrees, her sound won't distort
Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport
When the turntable speaks, take your advice
My homegirl is nicer than nice
She's a ？, a slave to the rhythm
If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em
More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal
If the mix is mangled she'll untangle
It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit？
The way she can switch from groove to groove
Chorus
Cuts are made to be played not fade
Spin won't behave if she ain't paid
To get down, no let down
Put your bets down and just check how
She moves with the grace of a cat being pat
The wax hits hard as a bat
Automated just like automation
Imitation causes irritation
You owe it to yourself to see her
Go backstage and meet her
Get her autograph, take a photograph
I know that's too much to ask
Word, but don't give up hope
Spinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dope
Chorus
11.Twist And Shout
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)
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