You said it loud, and I heard you
Never tried to hurt you
Some say I'm old-fashioned
I like to take my time and do it slow
You know with the flow
But don't try to rush it
So ride it like a horse
And let nature take its course
Get to know each other
Be my friend not just my lover
Share your thoughts with me
Love my mind not just my body, baby
[CHORUS]
Do you really want me, baby? Let me know
Cuz if you really like me I suggest you tell me so
Got no time for silly games, that ain't even why I came
Cuz I may be the kind of guy you like
Please understand the way I feel
I must have trust or there's no deal
My emotion's ain't to be
Played with or given free
I appreciate greatly
The way you toleratered me
Sometimes I do act flaky
I wouldn't blame you if you hate me
You put up with my butt
When I wouldn't give it up
Yeah, I know that really sucks
But if you wait awhile, I'll make it up
[CHORUS]
Who me? A tease? Brother, please
You're just having bad memories
About some skeeze who did the squeeze
And had you on your hands and knees
Look, I am telling you straight out
That's not what I'm all about
I'd just be playing myself out
If I spent the night at your house
Now don't get me wrong
I didn't mean to turn you on
We haven't known each other long
But this is my life not just a song
[CHORUS]
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Live & Let Die Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
I'm a sister with a grip on her life
I only live once so I gotta get right
The first time cuz there won't be a second
I'm not in the mood to preach about the wrong of the world
It can't be changed by three girls
On the trio tip, we're not a proof of that trip
Excuses, that's the truth when the proof compellin'
I ain't tellin' or sellin' out to the pop life
I like the spotlight
Gimme a mic and a beat so I can speak words of wisdom
I may be young, feed some, fall down, and filled up, I'm gonna build up
Knowledge is food for thought so let's eat up
Whatever goes up, comes down, you see nothin' lasts forever
Not even MCs, you, he, she, and even I should live and let live
Or live and let die
Live and let die
You're wastin' time tryin' to change the mind
Of those who's souls are full of holes
I do unto others as I wish them to do unto me
Life ain't nothin' but death without money
My way of thinkin' is one-track
My method of convincin' combat
Success is a mission, it's there for anyone who wants to do better
You know where I'm comin' from
Survival of the fittest, and I'll admit it's vicious
I testify as a witness
Let me say this first for what it's worth
It's true that the meek shall inherit the earth
But that don't mean you gotta be weak or soft
Even on the mic you can't take no shorts
I only help those who want to help themselves if no one else
As a youngster they taught me to live and let live
And that's what I always did, word to miz
But there's a change in the world that I live in
So don't be surprised if I live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
That's the eighth time that baser almost O.D.'d, man
Live and let die
Yo, Finster, baby, went up for homicide
Live and let die
He's out there skeezin' with no jimmy hat
Live and let die
K-bone was shortin' the fuzz and got dumped
Live and let die
I only live once so I gotta get right
The first time cuz there won't be a second
I'm not in the mood to preach about the wrong of the world
It can't be changed by three girls
On the trio tip, we're not a proof of that trip
Excuses, that's the truth when the proof compellin'
I ain't tellin' or sellin' out to the pop life
I like the spotlight
Gimme a mic and a beat so I can speak words of wisdom
I may be young, feed some, fall down, and filled up, I'm gonna build up
Knowledge is food for thought so let's eat up
Whatever goes up, comes down, you see nothin' lasts forever
Not even MCs, you, he, she, and even I should live and let live
Or live and let die
Live and let die
You're wastin' time tryin' to change the mind
Of those who's souls are full of holes
I do unto others as I wish them to do unto me
Life ain't nothin' but death without money
My way of thinkin' is one-track
My method of convincin' combat
Success is a mission, it's there for anyone who wants to do better
You know where I'm comin' from
Survival of the fittest, and I'll admit it's vicious
I testify as a witness
Let me say this first for what it's worth
It's true that the meek shall inherit the earth
But that don't mean you gotta be weak or soft
Even on the mic you can't take no shorts
I only help those who want to help themselves if no one else
As a youngster they taught me to live and let live
And that's what I always did, word to miz
But there's a change in the world that I live in
So don't be surprised if I live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
That's the eighth time that baser almost O.D.'d, man
Live and let die
Yo, Finster, baby, went up for homicide
Live and let die
He's out there skeezin' with no jimmy hat
Live and let die
K-bone was shortin' the fuzz and got dumped
Live and let die
Friday, December 19, 2008
No One Does It Better Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Baby...
Baby, baby, baby (give it to me)
Oh, yeah (I need it)
Come and get it (I'm ready)
Cuz no one does it better than me (than you, you, you)
Than me, yeah yeah (oh, sugar)
No one does it better than me
No one does it (girl), no one
Yo, Mr. Don Juan, give me everything I need
I'm ready for the world, rub me down, proceed
Treat like the mic then rock me
Let's do it while you hold me in the air - don't drop me
Heavyweight boot-knocker, whatcha wanna do
In the waterbed room, yeah, just me and you?
I got the fever for the nook-nook
So if ya never seen a body like this take a good look
Take a good look, bet that ass'll be hooked
Because I'm better than a good book
She can't match the cat, and when she looks at your back
She sees Salt in a passion scratch
We go round and round so let me break it down
If she was all that, you wouldn't be here right now
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (bet no one does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (yeah yeah)
No one does it better (no light) (whether they're cute too) (oh no)
No one does it (yeah), oh baby, no one
Well that's true, that's why you never have no beef
Cuz when the bugle is blown it's all tongue and no teeth
You're gettin' done between the sheets
And I know you don't cheat cuz at home you gets freaked
And worked out to capacity
A good piece of ass to me, that's all you have to be
I lay ya down to the maximum
And I'm extra in the middle cuz that's where I'm waxin' him
Honey knows where the flavor's at
Who's cat is all that, who keeps comin' back...
To me, can't stay away
Gotta have it night and day just because
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (no one)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it to me), better than I do
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
You're damn right no one does it better than me
Pepa's got ways to keep ya happy
Don't put nothin' past me
If I wanna I do, if I don't then don't ask me
Aim to please the man and freak the man
Twenty-four seven cuz he's the man
Got thrills and frills like a theme park
Before the chill part, you can't have an ill heart
Cuz it's definitely on when I hit the bedroom
That knows zooma-zoom-zoom in his poom-poom
Pep's the body mechanic so don't panic
I'll let ya have it, but love ain't always automatic
I never had a complaint, never said I feel faint
I got the face of a saint, you think I am but I ain't
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (not better than you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do
(no one does it)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
No one does it better (no one), better than I do
No one does it better (is better than you), better than I do
No one does it better (no one else, nobody is better than you)
better than I do
No one does it, oh baby, no one
No one does it better...
Baby, baby, baby (give it to me)
Oh, yeah (I need it)
Come and get it (I'm ready)
Cuz no one does it better than me (than you, you, you)
Than me, yeah yeah (oh, sugar)
No one does it better than me
No one does it (girl), no one
Yo, Mr. Don Juan, give me everything I need
I'm ready for the world, rub me down, proceed
Treat like the mic then rock me
Let's do it while you hold me in the air - don't drop me
Heavyweight boot-knocker, whatcha wanna do
In the waterbed room, yeah, just me and you?
I got the fever for the nook-nook
So if ya never seen a body like this take a good look
Take a good look, bet that ass'll be hooked
Because I'm better than a good book
She can't match the cat, and when she looks at your back
She sees Salt in a passion scratch
We go round and round so let me break it down
If she was all that, you wouldn't be here right now
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (bet no one does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (yeah yeah)
No one does it better (no light) (whether they're cute too) (oh no)
No one does it (yeah), oh baby, no one
Well that's true, that's why you never have no beef
Cuz when the bugle is blown it's all tongue and no teeth
You're gettin' done between the sheets
And I know you don't cheat cuz at home you gets freaked
And worked out to capacity
A good piece of ass to me, that's all you have to be
I lay ya down to the maximum
And I'm extra in the middle cuz that's where I'm waxin' him
Honey knows where the flavor's at
Who's cat is all that, who keeps comin' back...
To me, can't stay away
Gotta have it night and day just because
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do (no one)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it better (no one does it to me), better than I do
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
You're damn right no one does it better than me
Pepa's got ways to keep ya happy
Don't put nothin' past me
If I wanna I do, if I don't then don't ask me
Aim to please the man and freak the man
Twenty-four seven cuz he's the man
Got thrills and frills like a theme park
Before the chill part, you can't have an ill heart
Cuz it's definitely on when I hit the bedroom
That knows zooma-zoom-zoom in his poom-poom
Pep's the body mechanic so don't panic
I'll let ya have it, but love ain't always automatic
I never had a complaint, never said I feel faint
I got the face of a saint, you think I am but I ain't
Cuz you know (I know), you know that
No one does it better (not better than you do)
No one does it better (no one does it), better than I do
(no one does it)
No one does it better (nobody does it like you do)
No one does it (yeah, oh), oh baby, no one
No one does it better (no one), better than I do
No one does it better (is better than you), better than I do
No one does it better (no one else, nobody is better than you)
better than I do
No one does it, oh baby, no one
No one does it better...
Monday, December 15, 2008
None Of Your Business Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
What's the matter with your life?
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don't keep sweatin' what I do
Cuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out
[CHORUS]
If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight
It's none of your business
And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend
It's none of your business
Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to
It's none of your business
So don't try to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time
It's none of your business
Now who do you think you are
Puttin' your cheap two cents in?
Don't you got nothin' to do
Than worry 'bout my friends? Check it...
I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin'
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one
Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one
I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer
I'm not one for playing high-pole
Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho
I treat a man like he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me
You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me
Now you can get with that or you can get with this
But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business
(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!)
[CHORUS]
How many rules am I to break before you understand
That your double-standards don't mean shit to me?
I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away
But that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody's clockin'
Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?
Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone
Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
If you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep
With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard
My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
You can call me a tramp if you want to
But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you
Or you can front if you have to
But everybody gets horny just like you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
[CHORUS]
So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There's only one true judge, and that's God
So chill, and let my Father do His job
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again...
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don't keep sweatin' what I do
Cuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out
[CHORUS]
If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight
It's none of your business
And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend
It's none of your business
Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to
It's none of your business
So don't try to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time
It's none of your business
Now who do you think you are
Puttin' your cheap two cents in?
Don't you got nothin' to do
Than worry 'bout my friends? Check it...
I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin'
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one
Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one
I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer
I'm not one for playing high-pole
Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho
I treat a man like he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me
You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me
Now you can get with that or you can get with this
But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business
(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!)
[CHORUS]
How many rules am I to break before you understand
That your double-standards don't mean shit to me?
I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away
But that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody's clockin'
Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?
Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone
Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
If you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep
With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard
My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
You can call me a tramp if you want to
But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you
Or you can front if you have to
But everybody gets horny just like you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
[CHORUS]
So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There's only one true judge, and that's God
So chill, and let my Father do His job
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Ru Ready Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
R U ready?
Pum, pump, let me see you jump
Shake your rump, push it real good
Break it down with the funk
One love, like the LB say, right, right
Music Makes Us High, but you've been given shade
'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade
Don't be mad 'cause I got it made
Diva-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass
Look me up and down when I pass
Vibin' with your girlfriends
Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends
Like no other butter,
Smooth like cream, I keep in milky
When I move on the scene
Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell?
Never fell, black queens doing it well
We be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
[1] - My mic sound nice
Check one, check 2, everybody make way
Party people coming through
Throw your hands up, put 'em up
Bounce, hold steady, are you ready?
[repeat 1]
We make you burn with the hot track
Spin and scratch the hot wax
So I could grab the microphone and climax
Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking
Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking
So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker
Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker
Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof
Who got the juice now?
Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper
Show stopper like Frankie Crocker
Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on
Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi
Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through
You know how we do, stay on point like a needle
Who are you to judge like Ito?
Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello
[repeat 1, 1]
I'm about to make the whole world bounce
Make it freaky 'til you're drippin'
Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin'
On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in
Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it
B.L.A.Q the bomb
Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow
Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya
Daddy came to freak it down
And work ya, what time is it?
P to the B to the P to the A
Lay my game down precise like every day
Display many styles for years I've been here
Iced out sex appeal I put your lights out
Pull your mics out, we rock the party
Freak your body, no need for a shottie
I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight
All heads turn when I snatch the mic
Send the party into orbit
Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it
Ain't nothing, party over here
What you doing on the other side?
We came here to get live, take a ride
With the S and the P, hey, pep mc
Shine every time just like the Lex be
You wanna test me, don't floss
We got the flow tha'll break you off
Decent, leave you locked like the precinct
How we get down worldwide
Everybody know about the sound
Let it pound in your system one time
All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine
[rpt 1, 1, 1, 1]
Pum, pump, let me see you jump
Shake your rump, push it real good
Break it down with the funk
One love, like the LB say, right, right
Music Makes Us High, but you've been given shade
'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade
Don't be mad 'cause I got it made
Diva-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass
Look me up and down when I pass
Vibin' with your girlfriends
Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends
Like no other butter,
Smooth like cream, I keep in milky
When I move on the scene
Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell?
Never fell, black queens doing it well
We be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
[1] - My mic sound nice
Check one, check 2, everybody make way
Party people coming through
Throw your hands up, put 'em up
Bounce, hold steady, are you ready?
[repeat 1]
We make you burn with the hot track
Spin and scratch the hot wax
So I could grab the microphone and climax
Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking
Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking
So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker
Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker
Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof
Who got the juice now?
Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper
Show stopper like Frankie Crocker
Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on
Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi
Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through
You know how we do, stay on point like a needle
Who are you to judge like Ito?
Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello
[repeat 1, 1]
I'm about to make the whole world bounce
Make it freaky 'til you're drippin'
Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin'
On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in
Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it
B.L.A.Q the bomb
Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow
Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya
Daddy came to freak it down
And work ya, what time is it?
P to the B to the P to the A
Lay my game down precise like every day
Display many styles for years I've been here
Iced out sex appeal I put your lights out
Pull your mics out, we rock the party
Freak your body, no need for a shottie
I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight
All heads turn when I snatch the mic
Send the party into orbit
Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it
Ain't nothing, party over here
What you doing on the other side?
We came here to get live, take a ride
With the S and the P, hey, pep mc
Shine every time just like the Lex be
You wanna test me, don't floss
We got the flow tha'll break you off
Decent, leave you locked like the precinct
How we get down worldwide
Everybody know about the sound
Let it pound in your system one time
All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine
[rpt 1, 1, 1, 1]
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Chick On The Side (remix) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Don't touch me! Get away from me!
Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it
Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it
Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it
[CHORUS]
Bet you got a chick on the side
Sure you got a chick
I know you got a chick on the side
(Love bandit, love bandit)
[Repeat]
Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
Instead of running around with every girl in town
I heard you on the phone the other day
Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
I finally caught onto your little game
Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)
[CHORUS]
Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
Whatever game you play I play the same way
So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
Wherever you're at you want this and that
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
I got another lover, and I know he cares
So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
In loving arms this teddy is ready
He fixed the table for his and hers
And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
[CHORUS]
You're at the window starin' at the sky
Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
You're not by my side sharing the dream
That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
I call you every day, ask to get into your home
I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it
Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it
Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it
[CHORUS]
Bet you got a chick on the side
Sure you got a chick
I know you got a chick on the side
(Love bandit, love bandit)
[Repeat]
Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
Instead of running around with every girl in town
I heard you on the phone the other day
Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
I finally caught onto your little game
Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)
[CHORUS]
Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
Whatever game you play I play the same way
So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
Wherever you're at you want this and that
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
I got another lover, and I know he cares
So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
In loving arms this teddy is ready
He fixed the table for his and hers
And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
[CHORUS]
You're at the window starin' at the sky
Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
You're not by my side sharing the dream
That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
I call you every day, ask to get into your home
I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A Salt With A Deadly Pepa Lyrics By Salt 'n' 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
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
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Big Shot Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
A-one, a-one-two
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...
[CHORUS]
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be...
[repeat]
Just like me, just like me
The S to the A to the L to the fa-sol-la T's makin' dough
(Nuts?) No, but as in big bucks
So (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell
It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
And I can tell that you don't like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell
And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now
Check it out, check it out
Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
Up and down the block just ain't my thang
I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money
Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
I needed more to explore so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack
Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy
[CHORUS]
Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
Just to get one, niggas get a real five
It's all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight
So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat
But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don't know much about ya
But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can
[CHORUS]
(You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches
They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches
I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stand
(So I'm a bitch now?)
Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
(Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a bitch, y'all)
Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?
(You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
And I'll bet you wanna be like me)
Still can't stand them bitches
(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all
A rich bitch, y'all, and I know))
[CHORUS]
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...
[CHORUS]
Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be...
[repeat]
Just like me, just like me
The S to the A to the L to the fa-sol-la T's makin' dough
(Nuts?) No, but as in big bucks
So (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell
It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
And I can tell that you don't like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell
And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now
Check it out, check it out
Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
Up and down the block just ain't my thang
I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money
Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
I needed more to explore so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack
Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy
[CHORUS]
Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
Just to get one, niggas get a real five
It's all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight
So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat
But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don't know much about ya
But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can
[CHORUS]
(You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches
They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches
I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stand
(So I'm a bitch now?)
Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
(Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a bitch, y'all)
Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?
(You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
And I'll bet you wanna be like me)
Still can't stand them bitches
(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all
A rich bitch, y'all, and I know))
[CHORUS]
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Let The Rhythm Run (remix) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
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
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
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I Don't Know Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
(Yo, Play, I never expected that from you
A guy's entitled to one mistake, Cheryl
One mistake? That ain't what I heard [laughs]
Yo, what are you trying to say?)
Look, let me kick it to you like this
It's not that I don't miss your kiss
Well what is it?
I'm scared of gettin' hurt (what?), much afraid
Of who? Me? Come on, baby, don't try to play me
It's true
But you know that I feel for you
Yeah, I do but (what?) yo, Play, I can't trust you
Come on, why?
How could you stand there with a straight face and ask
I ain't the first or will not be the last
You got it all wrong, those days they all gone
Yeah right, I ain't goin' out like a pawn
Come on, you make it sound like I'm a little ho
Yo, let me tell you somethin', buddy
I really don't know
Oh, I get it, now I see
I really don't know
After all the time you spent with me?
I really don't know
All the good things that we had in our mind
I really don't know
First I was sad now I'm gettin' mad
(You gettin' mad?
That's right, mad
What are you gettin' mad about?
Yo, you better...yo, girl, I'm tryin' to tell you
I better what? Tell me what I did
Look what I've done for you, you are ungrateful
Yo, Salt, I'm tellin' you lead that's goin' to your head
Look how you...look how you dissed me
Aw...
Shut up)
Now how could you forget so soon
All the nights with dim lights in the bedroom
The things we said, the things we did
All the talk about the house, the cars, and the kids
Yo, I'm not sayin' those things didn't happen but
That was before I found out you was a slut
Rappin' to all the girls in and out town
It didn't take long for word to get around
Yo, if you walk out on me, I'll understand
And have to take my lumps like a man
You see, nobody's perfect, neither are we
Love is knowin' when to say you're sorry
Yes, and I apologize
You sure that's not a lie?
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die
Just let me know what is it with you men?
And don't tell me it's a Tom and Dick thing
Is it a must you lust for every big butt?
You realize it caused the end of us?
Ok, it's understood, the things I did it wasn't good
Now can we live our lives like normal couples should?
Mmmm, no
No?!
Well, I mean, I still don't know, it may be a mistake
Don't think it's fake
I poured my heart out, and you still don't believe me?
Well go ahead then, you might as well leave me
I think you're right, though
I know I'm right
Yeah, so?
So what?
Yo, I really don't know
Come on now, I ain't gonna beg
I don't know
Didn't you hear a word I've said?
Yo, man, this ain't gonna work
Word, they're tryin' to play us like a bunch of jerks
Yo, I ain't gettin' on my knees for no one
I'm with you, true
Let's go have a cold one
Oh, you the dude
(Well, how'd it go?
Oh, I don't know
At least we're still friends...
Yeah, me, too, so what's goin' on tonight?
I got a date
Already? So do I
Oh yeah? That's great)
A guy's entitled to one mistake, Cheryl
One mistake? That ain't what I heard [laughs]
Yo, what are you trying to say?)
Look, let me kick it to you like this
It's not that I don't miss your kiss
Well what is it?
I'm scared of gettin' hurt (what?), much afraid
Of who? Me? Come on, baby, don't try to play me
It's true
But you know that I feel for you
Yeah, I do but (what?) yo, Play, I can't trust you
Come on, why?
How could you stand there with a straight face and ask
I ain't the first or will not be the last
You got it all wrong, those days they all gone
Yeah right, I ain't goin' out like a pawn
Come on, you make it sound like I'm a little ho
Yo, let me tell you somethin', buddy
I really don't know
Oh, I get it, now I see
I really don't know
After all the time you spent with me?
I really don't know
All the good things that we had in our mind
I really don't know
First I was sad now I'm gettin' mad
(You gettin' mad?
That's right, mad
What are you gettin' mad about?
Yo, you better...yo, girl, I'm tryin' to tell you
I better what? Tell me what I did
Look what I've done for you, you are ungrateful
Yo, Salt, I'm tellin' you lead that's goin' to your head
Look how you...look how you dissed me
Aw...
Shut up)
Now how could you forget so soon
All the nights with dim lights in the bedroom
The things we said, the things we did
All the talk about the house, the cars, and the kids
Yo, I'm not sayin' those things didn't happen but
That was before I found out you was a slut
Rappin' to all the girls in and out town
It didn't take long for word to get around
Yo, if you walk out on me, I'll understand
And have to take my lumps like a man
You see, nobody's perfect, neither are we
Love is knowin' when to say you're sorry
Yes, and I apologize
You sure that's not a lie?
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die
Just let me know what is it with you men?
And don't tell me it's a Tom and Dick thing
Is it a must you lust for every big butt?
You realize it caused the end of us?
Ok, it's understood, the things I did it wasn't good
Now can we live our lives like normal couples should?
Mmmm, no
No?!
Well, I mean, I still don't know, it may be a mistake
Don't think it's fake
I poured my heart out, and you still don't believe me?
Well go ahead then, you might as well leave me
I think you're right, though
I know I'm right
Yeah, so?
So what?
Yo, I really don't know
Come on now, I ain't gonna beg
I don't know
Didn't you hear a word I've said?
Yo, man, this ain't gonna work
Word, they're tryin' to play us like a bunch of jerks
Yo, I ain't gettin' on my knees for no one
I'm with you, true
Let's go have a cold one
Oh, you the dude
(Well, how'd it go?
Oh, I don't know
At least we're still friends...
Yeah, me, too, so what's goin' on tonight?
I got a date
Already? So do I
Oh yeah? That's great)
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Clock Is Tickin' Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
[Chorus:]
Hurry up and change your mind
Don't let love make you blind
Well now don't read this sign
The clock is tickin' and you're out of time
And you're out of time
[Man:] You are so fat
[Girl:] I'm not
[Man:] And stupid, and baby
I don't know why I put up with you
[Girl:] Why you talk to me like that
[Man:] Get out of here
Get out of my face
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
He puts you down, he calls you dumb, he calls you fat
You don't have to go out like that
It's disrespect, and you better put him in check
Or you'll look back on his years with regret
No self-esteem, that's why you cry
Can't live without him, hmmm, that's a lie
You sorry, bitter, a bad excuse for a human being
You know what I mean
Dear heart, make a new start, brand new
Can't nobody love you if you don't love you
Get wise, recognize, read the signs
Hurry up, cuz we're runnin' out of time
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
He don't know how to treat you right
So you better learn how to treat yourself someday
You say he drinks and he beats you, right
He's gonna beat you to death so get away
You got kids, you got bills, you got no skills
You wanna take pills
All I can say is you can't stay, you better pray
God'll make the way, hey
Don't teach your son to grow up and beat girls
You gotta show your daughter there's better in this world
Than this, worth a twist, break the chain
Use your brain and say kid stop the pain
[Chorus]
[Andrew Hellier:]
I say right, you say left
I say no, you say yes
We don't see eye-to-eye
Cuz you keep tellin' lies
You better recognize, the clock is tickin'
And you're out of time
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Baby, do you know)
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
She's just usin' you for your dough, your green, your loot
You need to give her the boot
She tells everybody you're a trip
Or the shh, and you in love, you better get a grip
You're a nice guy but you don't know the deal
You think it's real but the witch don't feel
If you just want kids, that's cool and that's fine
But get rid of her quick, or you'll be out of time
[Chorus (2x)]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Do you know what time it is [8x]
[Andrew Hellier:]
The click is tickin' [4x]
And you're out of time
Then you're out of time
Hurry up and change your mind
Don't let love make you blind
Well now don't read this sign
The clock is tickin' and you're out of time
And you're out of time
[Man:] You are so fat
[Girl:] I'm not
[Man:] And stupid, and baby
I don't know why I put up with you
[Girl:] Why you talk to me like that
[Man:] Get out of here
Get out of my face
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
He puts you down, he calls you dumb, he calls you fat
You don't have to go out like that
It's disrespect, and you better put him in check
Or you'll look back on his years with regret
No self-esteem, that's why you cry
Can't live without him, hmmm, that's a lie
You sorry, bitter, a bad excuse for a human being
You know what I mean
Dear heart, make a new start, brand new
Can't nobody love you if you don't love you
Get wise, recognize, read the signs
Hurry up, cuz we're runnin' out of time
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
He don't know how to treat you right
So you better learn how to treat yourself someday
You say he drinks and he beats you, right
He's gonna beat you to death so get away
You got kids, you got bills, you got no skills
You wanna take pills
All I can say is you can't stay, you better pray
God'll make the way, hey
Don't teach your son to grow up and beat girls
You gotta show your daughter there's better in this world
Than this, worth a twist, break the chain
Use your brain and say kid stop the pain
[Chorus]
[Andrew Hellier:]
I say right, you say left
I say no, you say yes
We don't see eye-to-eye
Cuz you keep tellin' lies
You better recognize, the clock is tickin'
And you're out of time
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Tell me, do you know)
Do you know what time it is (Baby, do you know)
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
She's just usin' you for your dough, your green, your loot
You need to give her the boot
She tells everybody you're a trip
Or the shh, and you in love, you better get a grip
You're a nice guy but you don't know the deal
You think it's real but the witch don't feel
If you just want kids, that's cool and that's fine
But get rid of her quick, or you'll be out of time
[Chorus (2x)]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Do you know what time it is [8x]
[Andrew Hellier:]
The click is tickin' [4x]
And you're out of time
Then you're out of time
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Independent Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
When duty call, the leader Pep come hard
Try to dis my girl Salt, up goes my guard
Still feminine, feminine still, yes
But then next pump a hundred weight bench press
So what it mean, Pep? I'm not impressed
Cuz I wear the pants, and you wear the dress
Punk, you're lovin' stunk, you're not a hunk
This is independent funk
And I'm gettin' ready for the year 2000
Independent - yes, I'm housin'
Independent - yeah, now watch me
Independent - no one can stop me
Woman and I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah, can you feel it?
Yes, it's my, it's my independent funk
(Yawn) You're sleepy, go to bed
Wanna step? Go ahead and jet
Now wake up from your dreamin' cuz you're dealin' with the Pep
Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball
You think because you're leaving that I'm gonna take a fall?
It was small thing, oooo, it was really too small
Livin' large, boy, standing ten feet tall
Now my heart won't dent, keep the money I lent
And don't forget I pay the rent, this is my apartment
I'm independent
I am independent
That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it
Cuz a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey...
Salty the V.I.P., you should have stuck with me
What are you stupid? Huh, my pockets run deep
So flex the Rolex and the sex that I gave ya
In jail with no bail and now nothin' can save ya
You want me to visit? I ain't with it lizard
We had magic now ya lost without the love wizard
Ya had to cross me, and now you lost me
Get off me softy, I'm the boss, see?
You can't disguise the lies in your eyes - you're not a heartbreaker
You're a fraud, and I'm bored - you're a fake faker
It's too late to debate with the moneymaker
After while, crackhead - see ya later, gator
Woman and I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah, so funky, so funky
No, no, no more nookie for you cuz I gave ya the boot
Go ahead and go in your Yugo, gonna miss the Benz Coupe, hometroop
Who's supportin' ya now?
Got a job or do ya rob? I heard you're sellin' drugs - wow
Big man, huh? But just understand Uncle Sam know the scam
You'll end up in the can
Singin' a sad song cuz you did me wrong
Couldn't fool me for long, I got it goin' on
I'm independent
Yes, I am independent
That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it
Cuz a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey yeah...my independent funk
It's just an independent funk
Get with this independent funk
You're a baby so maybe you just needed a babysitter
Bitter? I figure I'm rid of a piece of litter
Tiger, tigger, I bounce back, and you're a quitter
Your girl is gone for good so just forget her
You're blind, you'll never find another better
Your mind stays on a behind in a tight sweater
Burned your flowers and your love letters
Never a tear will I shed
I'm independent
Yes, I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah...
Try to dis my girl Salt, up goes my guard
Still feminine, feminine still, yes
But then next pump a hundred weight bench press
So what it mean, Pep? I'm not impressed
Cuz I wear the pants, and you wear the dress
Punk, you're lovin' stunk, you're not a hunk
This is independent funk
And I'm gettin' ready for the year 2000
Independent - yes, I'm housin'
Independent - yeah, now watch me
Independent - no one can stop me
Woman and I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah, can you feel it?
Yes, it's my, it's my independent funk
(Yawn) You're sleepy, go to bed
Wanna step? Go ahead and jet
Now wake up from your dreamin' cuz you're dealin' with the Pep
Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball
You think because you're leaving that I'm gonna take a fall?
It was small thing, oooo, it was really too small
Livin' large, boy, standing ten feet tall
Now my heart won't dent, keep the money I lent
And don't forget I pay the rent, this is my apartment
I'm independent
I am independent
That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it
Cuz a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey...
Salty the V.I.P., you should have stuck with me
What are you stupid? Huh, my pockets run deep
So flex the Rolex and the sex that I gave ya
In jail with no bail and now nothin' can save ya
You want me to visit? I ain't with it lizard
We had magic now ya lost without the love wizard
Ya had to cross me, and now you lost me
Get off me softy, I'm the boss, see?
You can't disguise the lies in your eyes - you're not a heartbreaker
You're a fraud, and I'm bored - you're a fake faker
It's too late to debate with the moneymaker
After while, crackhead - see ya later, gator
Woman and I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah, so funky, so funky
No, no, no more nookie for you cuz I gave ya the boot
Go ahead and go in your Yugo, gonna miss the Benz Coupe, hometroop
Who's supportin' ya now?
Got a job or do ya rob? I heard you're sellin' drugs - wow
Big man, huh? But just understand Uncle Sam know the scam
You'll end up in the can
Singin' a sad song cuz you did me wrong
Couldn't fool me for long, I got it goin' on
I'm independent
Yes, I am independent
That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it
Cuz a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey yeah...my independent funk
It's just an independent funk
Get with this independent funk
You're a baby so maybe you just needed a babysitter
Bitter? I figure I'm rid of a piece of litter
Tiger, tigger, I bounce back, and you're a quitter
Your girl is gone for good so just forget her
You're blind, you'll never find another better
Your mind stays on a behind in a tight sweater
Burned your flowers and your love letters
Never a tear will I shed
I'm independent
Yes, I am independent
I make my own money so don't tell me how to spend it
Cuz you need me, and I don't need you
So listen close, boy, to my independent funk
Yeah...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Blacks' Magic Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
(I'd like to send this one out to the partner
Pepa MC, and her first born, whatever it may be)
Yo, Spin, once again help me get this crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back, Salt, you know I'm never soft
Yo, where's your records at?
Right beside me
Ready to give a scratch?
Yep, like poison ivy
It's the Nineties, the year for change, can you prove it?
I made this beat, I'm an Invincible, and I produced it
It's in my soul to roll and flow, take control
Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick
Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip, don't shop on my hit list
Cuz I can be a witch if
They music is cool, and it can calm the savage beast
Then we got plenty of beats for the beasts to eat
A party animal that's livin' rather large, in fact
Take out the camera, Salt, (Why?) I wanna picture that
Make sure it's focused or you may only not have noticed
Before I cut up a jam I yell a "hocus pocus"
And right before your eyes you'll understand the name
Musicans and magicians are usually the same
And the fame, proclaim, obtains, the stain will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in black magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
We call this song "Black Magic" cuz it's a fact
Anything that's tragic relates to black
Coincidental? (No) Here's an example, Jack
Words as ancient as fossils or artifacts
Black Sunday or Monday
Black tongues or lungs may cause a black sleep
Why say black sheep?
Black sabbath is evil, black market illegal
A black widow is deadly, black potion ain't healthy
See, some try to say dark-skinned men ain't sexy true
Darker the cherry, you know how sweet will be the juice
Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life
Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like a light
Never say Salt steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
Anything that I give is black magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
In magic, a dimension of sight and sound
Where people see in only shades of brown
And reality is the same as a fantasy
Is this the way you want your world to be?
Not me, I want variety in my society
Where I can change if I don't like what I see, you see
This is a woman speakin' bringin' door-to-door, seekin'
Tranquilty, that abilty will keep on repeatin'
To saw someone in half may be a trick or treat
Making them dance and laugh is somethin' quite unique
Abracadabra, Salt's comin' at ya
You say my music was a phase, a fad, huh, I proved you wrong
Over ten years and still goin' strong
Whoever heard of a fad kickin' for so long?
Magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
Anything that I give is black magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
[Repeat]
Pepa MC, and her first born, whatever it may be)
Yo, Spin, once again help me get this crowd on its feet
So we can set it off
I've got your back, Salt, you know I'm never soft
Yo, where's your records at?
Right beside me
Ready to give a scratch?
Yep, like poison ivy
It's the Nineties, the year for change, can you prove it?
I made this beat, I'm an Invincible, and I produced it
It's in my soul to roll and flow, take control
Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick
Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip, don't shop on my hit list
Cuz I can be a witch if
They music is cool, and it can calm the savage beast
Then we got plenty of beats for the beasts to eat
A party animal that's livin' rather large, in fact
Take out the camera, Salt, (Why?) I wanna picture that
Make sure it's focused or you may only not have noticed
Before I cut up a jam I yell a "hocus pocus"
And right before your eyes you'll understand the name
Musicans and magicians are usually the same
And the fame, proclaim, obtains, the stain will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in black magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
We call this song "Black Magic" cuz it's a fact
Anything that's tragic relates to black
Coincidental? (No) Here's an example, Jack
Words as ancient as fossils or artifacts
Black Sunday or Monday
Black tongues or lungs may cause a black sleep
Why say black sheep?
Black sabbath is evil, black market illegal
A black widow is deadly, black potion ain't healthy
See, some try to say dark-skinned men ain't sexy true
Darker the cherry, you know how sweet will be the juice
Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life
Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like a light
Never say Salt steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
Anything that I give is black magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
In magic, a dimension of sight and sound
Where people see in only shades of brown
And reality is the same as a fantasy
Is this the way you want your world to be?
Not me, I want variety in my society
Where I can change if I don't like what I see, you see
This is a woman speakin' bringin' door-to-door, seekin'
Tranquilty, that abilty will keep on repeatin'
To saw someone in half may be a trick or treat
Making them dance and laugh is somethin' quite unique
Abracadabra, Salt's comin' at ya
You say my music was a phase, a fad, huh, I proved you wrong
Over ten years and still goin' strong
Whoever heard of a fad kickin' for so long?
Magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in magic
It's black magic
Do you believe in magic?
It's black magic
I believe in black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
Anything that I give is black magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
[Repeat]
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I've Got Aids (psa) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Well, for a long time, me, Pep, and Spin have been involved in the fight
against AIDS, and we always say the best cure is not to get it
and not to pread it. You should be responsible if you're gonna have sex.
So, we decided to give a spot on our album to a group
of young people who'e also involved in the fight,
and they're called WEATOC from Boston, Massachusetts.
They're just young people schoolin' other young people.
[Cathy:] Oh, God, I can't believe this. I mean, I thought this happened o
other people but not me. I mean, I'm only 16 years old. I had a hole
life ahead of me, and now I'm gonna die! I mean, what am I gonna do?
I...Oh, God, I'm so confused, and where's Mario? I called him over an
hour ago. All we had to do was just use protection. I mean, the condoms were right there.
[Knock on door]
[Cathy:] Come in.
[Mario:] Yo, what's up, man? Hold it, hold it - where the tv at?
[Cathy:] Mario, forget about the tv.
[Mario:] What are you talking about? I got 50 dollars on this game.
[Cathy:] Mario, this is more important than the game.
[Mario:] What? What? Alright, whoa, who's home?
[Cathy:] There's nobody home right now.
[Mario:] Oh, then so that's why you called me over here then...
[Cathy:] Mario, that's how we got into this in the first place.
[Mario:] What are you talking about? What, what are you talking about?
[Cathy:] I went to the clinic today.
[Mario:] Oh, what you got? A little cold? I know how to fix that.
[Cathy:] Mario, I don't have a cold.
[Mario:] So..oh...oh, please, please, don't tell me you're pregnant. Please don't tell me you're pregnant.
[Cathy:] Right now that would be easier to tell you than what I have to tell you.
[Mario:] So then what are you talking about? You're talking in circles, Cathy.
[Cathy:] Mario, I got tested, and my test...my test results came up positive.
[Mario:] Tests for what? Postive for what? What are you talkin' about?
[Cathy:] I have HIV...
[Mario:] You...
[Cathy:] ...And I really don't know what we're gonna do because...
[Mario:] Hold up, wait...wait, wait... You got AIDS?
[Cathy:] Yes.
[Mario:] Oh...
[Cathy:] I have the virus, and I don't know what we're gonna do.
[Mario:] Hold up, what "we're" gonna do?
[Cathy:] I mean, we should have used protection.
[Mario:] What "we're" gonna do? What are you talking about? No, no, no...this can't... No, this is not happening to me...
[Cathy:] What are you talking about?
[Mario:] No, this... I mean, YOU might have HIV, I guess, but not me. No, I'm sorry, I'm straight.
[Cathy:] Mario, what are you talking about? You know you're the only one I've been with.
[Mario:] That's not what I've heard.
[Cathy:] You know we didn't use protection!
[Mario:] Oh, my goodness, that's not what I heard. My boys talk... They told me they seen you with all types of dudes, Cathy. Come on, now.
[Cathy:] Your boys? You're gonna start listening to your boys at a time like this?
[Mario:] Well, I'm... Well, trust me, now was a perfect time to start.
[Cathy:] Mario, I thought you loved me! What are you... I can't believe this is coming from you! I thought...
[Mario:] Hey, whoa...
[Cathy:] I thought I meant more to you than this!
[Mario:] Well I did love you, but now you be sleeping around. You caught AIDS and all that...
[Cathy:] Sleeping around?!
[Mario:] What do you want me to do?
[Cathy:] I can't believe you, Mario! I hate you! Just get home, my God!
against AIDS, and we always say the best cure is not to get it
and not to pread it. You should be responsible if you're gonna have sex.
So, we decided to give a spot on our album to a group
of young people who'e also involved in the fight,
and they're called WEATOC from Boston, Massachusetts.
They're just young people schoolin' other young people.
[Cathy:] Oh, God, I can't believe this. I mean, I thought this happened o
other people but not me. I mean, I'm only 16 years old. I had a hole
life ahead of me, and now I'm gonna die! I mean, what am I gonna do?
I...Oh, God, I'm so confused, and where's Mario? I called him over an
hour ago. All we had to do was just use protection. I mean, the condoms were right there.
[Knock on door]
[Cathy:] Come in.
[Mario:] Yo, what's up, man? Hold it, hold it - where the tv at?
[Cathy:] Mario, forget about the tv.
[Mario:] What are you talking about? I got 50 dollars on this game.
[Cathy:] Mario, this is more important than the game.
[Mario:] What? What? Alright, whoa, who's home?
[Cathy:] There's nobody home right now.
[Mario:] Oh, then so that's why you called me over here then...
[Cathy:] Mario, that's how we got into this in the first place.
[Mario:] What are you talking about? What, what are you talking about?
[Cathy:] I went to the clinic today.
[Mario:] Oh, what you got? A little cold? I know how to fix that.
[Cathy:] Mario, I don't have a cold.
[Mario:] So..oh...oh, please, please, don't tell me you're pregnant. Please don't tell me you're pregnant.
[Cathy:] Right now that would be easier to tell you than what I have to tell you.
[Mario:] So then what are you talking about? You're talking in circles, Cathy.
[Cathy:] Mario, I got tested, and my test...my test results came up positive.
[Mario:] Tests for what? Postive for what? What are you talkin' about?
[Cathy:] I have HIV...
[Mario:] You...
[Cathy:] ...And I really don't know what we're gonna do because...
[Mario:] Hold up, wait...wait, wait... You got AIDS?
[Cathy:] Yes.
[Mario:] Oh...
[Cathy:] I have the virus, and I don't know what we're gonna do.
[Mario:] Hold up, what "we're" gonna do?
[Cathy:] I mean, we should have used protection.
[Mario:] What "we're" gonna do? What are you talking about? No, no, no...this can't... No, this is not happening to me...
[Cathy:] What are you talking about?
[Mario:] No, this... I mean, YOU might have HIV, I guess, but not me. No, I'm sorry, I'm straight.
[Cathy:] Mario, what are you talking about? You know you're the only one I've been with.
[Mario:] That's not what I've heard.
[Cathy:] You know we didn't use protection!
[Mario:] Oh, my goodness, that's not what I heard. My boys talk... They told me they seen you with all types of dudes, Cathy. Come on, now.
[Cathy:] Your boys? You're gonna start listening to your boys at a time like this?
[Mario:] Well, I'm... Well, trust me, now was a perfect time to start.
[Cathy:] Mario, I thought you loved me! What are you... I can't believe this is coming from you! I thought...
[Mario:] Hey, whoa...
[Cathy:] I thought I meant more to you than this!
[Mario:] Well I did love you, but now you be sleeping around. You caught AIDS and all that...
[Cathy:] Sleeping around?!
[Mario:] What do you want me to do?
[Cathy:] I can't believe you, Mario! I hate you! Just get home, my God!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Say Ooh Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
[Intro:]
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
[Salt:] Yeah, what's up baby
[Man:] Oh, I'm chillin'
[Salt:] You know, you got me thinkin' about you right
[Man:] Right
[Salt:] Word up, I wanna see you, what's up
[Man:] I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
[Salt:] Yeah
[Man:] What you up to
[Salt:] No, I'm just ridin'
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
Hot '97, New York-style
Got my head racin', thinking deep
'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
Incredible, like edible, the best
Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest
Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin'
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black and nappy
Come and get it, make it snappy
[Chorus:]
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Summertime in the city, I'm pretty
I'm hot, twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo
Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
So baby what you say
Can you come out and play
I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on
We can break away, to the break of dawn
You're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chill
A feeling that you're real
You feeling what I feel
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins
Smellin' good, pocket full of ends
I got you, you just come as you are
Gas tank full, I got a fast car
Up to par, the bubbly, some food
Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood
With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's
Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin'
Whatever's clever, we be together
Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you
[Chorus]
Got it goin' on
I wanna get with you
Cuz I feel it
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
Feel the need for your presence
The essence of your manhood, Black
Just like that, uh, yeah
[Man:] Right here, baby
[Salt:] Right there, baby
Man:] Oh, all right
[Salt:] Hmm
[Man:] You like that
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
What's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah
You got it goin' on
You've got me feeling you, oh yeah
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
[Salt:] Yeah, what's up baby
[Man:] Oh, I'm chillin'
[Salt:] You know, you got me thinkin' about you right
[Man:] Right
[Salt:] Word up, I wanna see you, what's up
[Man:] I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
[Salt:] Yeah
[Man:] What you up to
[Salt:] No, I'm just ridin'
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
Hot '97, New York-style
Got my head racin', thinking deep
'Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
Incredible, like edible, the best
Bar-type, hard heart beatin' in my chest
Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin'
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black and nappy
Come and get it, make it snappy
[Chorus:]
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Summertime in the city, I'm pretty
I'm hot, twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see a show, call your peep's yo
Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
So baby what you say
Can you come out and play
I'm ready at dawn, let's get it on
We can break away, to the break of dawn
You're tryin' to flex, no sex, wanna chill
A feeling that you're real
You feeling what I feel
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Victoria Secret, I'm jiggy down to my skins
Smellin' good, pocket full of ends
I got you, you just come as you are
Gas tank full, I got a fast car
Up to par, the bubbly, some food
Your style's like smooth, put me in the mood
With your click, got my chicks, the pickin's
Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin'
Whatever's clever, we be together
Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
Rub-a-dub at the Q, what's up with me and you
[Chorus]
Got it goin' on
I wanna get with you
Cuz I feel it
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
I'm all alone, cruisin', laid back
Feel the need for your presence
The essence of your manhood, Black
Just like that, uh, yeah
[Man:] Right here, baby
[Salt:] Right there, baby
Man:] Oh, all right
[Salt:] Hmm
[Man:] You like that
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, what's goin' on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, I'm feelin' it
What's up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah
You got it goin' on
You've got me feeling you, oh yeah
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Shoop Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Hey, yeah - I wanna shoop, baby
(Oooo, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy)
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!)
S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
(Oooo, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy)
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!)
S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Gitty Up Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
[Spin: Gitty up babe]
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:]
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:]
I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts
Make you work
Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt
And I'm-a freak you till you pass out
Pay cash out, baby tear your back out
Keep bangin'
Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho
S and P, chi-ca, chi-co
Everybody put your hands in the sky
Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride
[Chorus:]
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride
It makes your soul wild, when I release vibes
Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya
Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya
Make you wanna get your stash
Rollin' like a Ben, no need
Got my own end, payer-haters never win
Cuz I'm involved to the end
Send chill up your skin, Poppie
Who debate, not me
Can't take what I got, can't stop me
You still divide by, bass slide
Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move
Show and prove, we can do this
Shake your groove thing, hold tight
Ain't nothin' to this
When they get down with skills
Romance and no frills, uh
It feels ill, don't it
[Chorus]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers
Who can make it blaze like us
Bless you to death
Wanna freak me from the back (Girl, don't even play like that)
Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got (Yo, true baller don't stop)
I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya
Game so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what
Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin was a hoiler, what)
Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what)
Pep be the bomb, that's right (What)
Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me
Yo, it ain't shh to me
I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise
It hurts to keep the party live
Keep it comin' baby
[Chorus]
[Rufus Blaq:]
Gitty up baby
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me the funk, that's me
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
S to the P-I-N, spare with a rella
Ain't no fella, uh, well a
Freak your body, keep the party hot
Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop
When it moves down on me
Put your grooves down, homie
Can't lose now, come on
Can you break it down to the bone
Boo you actin' like you grown
Before I take you home (Watch out)
You better move
[Chorus]
Gitty up baby
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:]
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
[Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:]
I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts
Make you work
Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt
And I'm-a freak you till you pass out
Pay cash out, baby tear your back out
Keep bangin'
Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho
S and P, chi-ca, chi-co
Everybody put your hands in the sky
Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride
[Chorus:]
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride
It makes your soul wild, when I release vibes
Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya
Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya
Make you wanna get your stash
Rollin' like a Ben, no need
Got my own end, payer-haters never win
Cuz I'm involved to the end
Send chill up your skin, Poppie
Who debate, not me
Can't take what I got, can't stop me
You still divide by, bass slide
Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move
Show and prove, we can do this
Shake your groove thing, hold tight
Ain't nothin' to this
When they get down with skills
Romance and no frills, uh
It feels ill, don't it
[Chorus]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers
Who can make it blaze like us
Bless you to death
Wanna freak me from the back (Girl, don't even play like that)
Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got (Yo, true baller don't stop)
I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya
Game so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what
Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin was a hoiler, what)
Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what)
Pep be the bomb, that's right (What)
Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me
Yo, it ain't shh to me
I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise
It hurts to keep the party live
Keep it comin' baby
[Chorus]
[Rufus Blaq:]
Gitty up baby
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me the funk, that's me
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
S to the P-I-N, spare with a rella
Ain't no fella, uh, well a
Freak your body, keep the party hot
Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop
When it moves down on me
Put your grooves down, homie
Can't lose now, come on
Can you break it down to the bone
Boo you actin' like you grown
Before I take you home (Watch out)
You better move
[Chorus]
Gitty up baby
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Hold On Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
[Kirk Franklin:]
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
[Chorus:]
Hold on, don't let go (Rock on)
My God and don't you know (Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside (The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light (Rock on)
And He'll make it alright (Be strong)
Don't let go, don't let go (Keep on, uh, yeah, keep it flowin' y'all)
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
You struggle through your days, workin' then you out
If God ain't in charge, that's all it be about
No doubt, oh yeah, listen to this here
If he got my back then whom shall I fear
Forgive, forget, the tears and the sorrow
Keep your head up, because there's always tomorrow
Put the Lord first, be strong, you can't go wrong
Love is on the way if you just pray, and hold on
[Chorus]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Met jealous people, prayed (Tell it) I wouldn't make it
But opportunity knocked (Ha), I had to take it
Never fake it, cuz I be down with the King
He's running everything (So I sing), like the family
When you feel the pressure (Goin' on) and you stressed
Your life is in a mess, this is just a test
God is with you, so people be strong
You can take the whole world on (Now keep it moving)
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
I ain't trippin' over nothin' (That's right), I count my blessings
Studyin' my words (Uh-huh), steady tryin' to learn my lesson (Yeah)
There's madness in this world, check me out, I ain't stressin' (Word)
Knowledge is the key, joy and peace, the essence (True that)
Do unto others, don't disrespect your mothers
Lend a helping hand to your sisters and your brothers
Trust God, uh, that's all you gotta do
He'll take care of you, now all praises due
[Sounds Of Blackness:]
All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight)
To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky
(You gotta keep your head up to the sky)
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
So you wanna know why
Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high
I, uh, just get by
Can't do me nothin' cuz God is on my side
[Sounds Of Blackness:]
All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight)
To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky
(You gotta keep your head up to the sky)
Said you gotta keep your head
I said you gotta keep your head up to the sky
Oh, come on, have a little church with me
Come on
[Chorus]
He brought me through some hard times, it was mad, rough (No doubt)
I thought I couldn't handle it, uh, I had enough
But all praises due to the Most High
You kept me alive when I could have died (Come on)
My God, I think I got to say, Halleluia
You still loved me, when I never even knew ya
Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt and Pepa say, Peace y'all
And hold on
[Chorus (3x)]
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
[Chorus:]
Hold on, don't let go (Rock on)
My God and don't you know (Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside (The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light (Rock on)
And He'll make it alright (Be strong)
Don't let go, don't let go (Keep on, uh, yeah, keep it flowin' y'all)
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
You struggle through your days, workin' then you out
If God ain't in charge, that's all it be about
No doubt, oh yeah, listen to this here
If he got my back then whom shall I fear
Forgive, forget, the tears and the sorrow
Keep your head up, because there's always tomorrow
Put the Lord first, be strong, you can't go wrong
Love is on the way if you just pray, and hold on
[Chorus]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Met jealous people, prayed (Tell it) I wouldn't make it
But opportunity knocked (Ha), I had to take it
Never fake it, cuz I be down with the King
He's running everything (So I sing), like the family
When you feel the pressure (Goin' on) and you stressed
Your life is in a mess, this is just a test
God is with you, so people be strong
You can take the whole world on (Now keep it moving)
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
I ain't trippin' over nothin' (That's right), I count my blessings
Studyin' my words (Uh-huh), steady tryin' to learn my lesson (Yeah)
There's madness in this world, check me out, I ain't stressin' (Word)
Knowledge is the key, joy and peace, the essence (True that)
Do unto others, don't disrespect your mothers
Lend a helping hand to your sisters and your brothers
Trust God, uh, that's all you gotta do
He'll take care of you, now all praises due
[Sounds Of Blackness:]
All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight)
To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky
(You gotta keep your head up to the sky)
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
So you wanna know why
Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high
I, uh, just get by
Can't do me nothin' cuz God is on my side
[Sounds Of Blackness:]
All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight)
To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky
(You gotta keep your head up to the sky)
Said you gotta keep your head
I said you gotta keep your head up to the sky
Oh, come on, have a little church with me
Come on
[Chorus]
He brought me through some hard times, it was mad, rough (No doubt)
I thought I couldn't handle it, uh, I had enough
But all praises due to the Most High
You kept me alive when I could have died (Come on)
My God, I think I got to say, Halleluia
You still loved me, when I never even knew ya
Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt and Pepa say, Peace y'all
And hold on
[Chorus (3x)]
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Negro Wit' An Ego Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Here we go (yo), I'm a negro with an ego
So? Don't tell me what I'm doin' is illegal
No, I resort to violence only when provoked
Contrary to rumors, I'm no joke
If I sound hard it's because I'm pee-ed off
And do you wanna know why? Go 'head, tell 'em, Salt
All right, let me explain what upset me
No, we ain't tryin' to be sexy
Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue
Cuz I'd run if I was a chick, pick up a hit list
And I'm-a kick it like this
The word is out, you played me out
I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now
Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me
Slow your roll, you don't even know me
I'm not a militant, but I'm equivilant
To an activist, all I'm after is cheer among all
I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall
We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all?
Now all I can talk about is what I know
And all I know about is what I witness
What I witness is what I see
Me, way below status quo cuz I'm a negro with an ego
Yo, that don't go
[CHORUS]
Put some faith in your race
Put some faith in your race [repeat]
I'm black, and I'm proud to be a
African-American soul sister
Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection
And oh yes, I'm the best in whatever I do
I do better, I'm clever
I never half-step ask Salt or Pepa
We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind
This affair is rare, and you will never find
Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine
Keep your mitts off this, yo, Salt, it's time
To let the public know the subject of the show
Is what America calls a negro with an ego
Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so...
[CHORUS]
Porche, Benz, and BM's are all suitable
For people who sell pharmacuticles
That's a stereotype, that's the hype
Don't ask me why I have an attitude (all right)
When I drop a nine-eleven on my 200C
The cops are surprised to see a minority
Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics
How else could she have got it?
A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct
Wrong color, wrong sex
Sometimes I feel the real deal is to be a rebel
But that would bring me down to their level
I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable
Cuz Salt and Pepa's always very respectable
Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand
But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance
I'm proud of who and what I am so call me a negro with an ego
And get ready to go blow for blow
[CHORUS]
So? Don't tell me what I'm doin' is illegal
No, I resort to violence only when provoked
Contrary to rumors, I'm no joke
If I sound hard it's because I'm pee-ed off
And do you wanna know why? Go 'head, tell 'em, Salt
All right, let me explain what upset me
No, we ain't tryin' to be sexy
Dismiss is quick with a miss like a tongue
Cuz I'd run if I was a chick, pick up a hit list
And I'm-a kick it like this
The word is out, you played me out
I won't scream and shout, straighten it out now
Don't lie and spy, stop tryin' to connive me
Slow your roll, you don't even know me
I'm not a militant, but I'm equivilant
To an activist, all I'm after is cheer among all
I don't care if they're big or small, short or tall
We've got to stand to fall, ain't that right, y'all?
Now all I can talk about is what I know
And all I know about is what I witness
What I witness is what I see
Me, way below status quo cuz I'm a negro with an ego
Yo, that don't go
[CHORUS]
Put some faith in your race
Put some faith in your race [repeat]
I'm black, and I'm proud to be a
African-American soul sister
Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection
And oh yes, I'm the best in whatever I do
I do better, I'm clever
I never half-step ask Salt or Pepa
We're partners in rhyme, one of a kind
This affair is rare, and you will never find
Another like me, gimme the mic, it's mine
Keep your mitts off this, yo, Salt, it's time
To let the public know the subject of the show
Is what America calls a negro with an ego
Yo, that don't go, that's a negative so...
[CHORUS]
Porche, Benz, and BM's are all suitable
For people who sell pharmacuticles
That's a stereotype, that's the hype
Don't ask me why I have an attitude (all right)
When I drop a nine-eleven on my 200C
The cops are surprised to see a minority
Behind the wheel of this car, it must be narcotics
How else could she have got it?
A brown-skinned female with two problems to correct
Wrong color, wrong sex
Sometimes I feel the real deal is to be a rebel
But that would bring me down to their level
I won't settle for that, it's unacceptable
Cuz Salt and Pepa's always very respectable
Sometimes we get crazy and outta hand
But it's all in the fun of makin' everybody dance
I'm proud of who and what I am so call me a negro with an ego
And get ready to go blow for blow
[CHORUS]
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Do Me Right Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Cuz I need a man
S'alright, yeah, oh
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
Hold up, wait, let me get this straight
You want your cake and eat it
Brother, you can beat it, uh
Unless you're willing to drown me in passion
Romance the cat, better make it last (Forever)
Ain't lookin' for no quickies
Brothers be like Tricky
Tryin' to get me, hit me, and run, but me I'm picky
I like it sentimental
Stimulate the mentals, I
I like a gentle man, with a gentle hand
I want the baby carriage
And the marriage and the whole thing
Diamond ring, treat you like a king
I'll be your queen bee
Better keep it real with me
Or the be the ex-man, I'm with the next man
[Chorus:]
If you're lookin' for do you right
Hold me tight lover
I'll do anything you want me to do
I need you to do me right
Hold me tight, brother
Baby, all I've got is all for you
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
You call yourself the best
When you put hickeys on my chest
Nevertheless, I'm not impressed, I want the rest
I'm talkin' 'bout the quan baby, the vagabond
I got it goin' on, that's right, that's how I see it
So what you got the cheese
Brother, I'm not pleased
Want the striptease (Take it to another level, uh)
You'll be a homely lover, friend, sexy pushin' my Benz
Dividends stacked, you got it
By the way, don't bother me
Unless you are attracted to the God in me
Pardon me to talk to, borish
Shit is tired, and you'll be fired
If you can't have one, can't have none son
[Chorus]
Call on me (Call on me)
When you need me (When you need me)
I need a man (I'll be your man)
That can please me (Oh yeah)
In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night)
Hold me tight (Hold you tight)
I'll do it right, if ya, bring me right
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
You put me onto the next level
Fool don't be trippin'
Your whip-appeal hit me in my heart, skippin'
Your ways got me singing your praise with the next phase
I count the days, you're so amazin', I'm cravin' your skills
My temperature's blazin', show me how it feels, uh-huh
I'm savin', my secret sauce for the course (That's right)
You gotta hit me off with that God kinda love
That work it out through the hard times kinda love
You know how I broke it
In the Lexus, the Benz coupe
Yesterday, I should never leave you or deceive you
Uh-huh, I wanna please you
[Chorus (4x)]
S'alright, yeah, oh
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
Hold up, wait, let me get this straight
You want your cake and eat it
Brother, you can beat it, uh
Unless you're willing to drown me in passion
Romance the cat, better make it last (Forever)
Ain't lookin' for no quickies
Brothers be like Tricky
Tryin' to get me, hit me, and run, but me I'm picky
I like it sentimental
Stimulate the mentals, I
I like a gentle man, with a gentle hand
I want the baby carriage
And the marriage and the whole thing
Diamond ring, treat you like a king
I'll be your queen bee
Better keep it real with me
Or the be the ex-man, I'm with the next man
[Chorus:]
If you're lookin' for do you right
Hold me tight lover
I'll do anything you want me to do
I need you to do me right
Hold me tight, brother
Baby, all I've got is all for you
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
You call yourself the best
When you put hickeys on my chest
Nevertheless, I'm not impressed, I want the rest
I'm talkin' 'bout the quan baby, the vagabond
I got it goin' on, that's right, that's how I see it
So what you got the cheese
Brother, I'm not pleased
Want the striptease (Take it to another level, uh)
You'll be a homely lover, friend, sexy pushin' my Benz
Dividends stacked, you got it
By the way, don't bother me
Unless you are attracted to the God in me
Pardon me to talk to, borish
Shit is tired, and you'll be fired
If you can't have one, can't have none son
[Chorus]
Call on me (Call on me)
When you need me (When you need me)
I need a man (I'll be your man)
That can please me (Oh yeah)
In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night)
Hold me tight (Hold you tight)
I'll do it right, if ya, bring me right
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
You put me onto the next level
Fool don't be trippin'
Your whip-appeal hit me in my heart, skippin'
Your ways got me singing your praise with the next phase
I count the days, you're so amazin', I'm cravin' your skills
My temperature's blazin', show me how it feels, uh-huh
I'm savin', my secret sauce for the course (That's right)
You gotta hit me off with that God kinda love
That work it out through the hard times kinda love
You know how I broke it
In the Lexus, the Benz coupe
Yesterday, I should never leave you or deceive you
Uh-huh, I wanna please you
[Chorus (4x)]
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Start The Party Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
I'm gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes
Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz I'm a lady of the eighties
It's Friday night, I just got paid, my house is pumpin'
Or listenin' to my Hammer tape, while my sound system is dumpin'
Picked up my girl Salty, she was waitin' on the porch
I shared my fly, fly Mercedes, yo, lit the highway like a torch
On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1-9-D
He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E
The party started
[CHORUS]
Let's get this party started
Let's get this party started right
Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine
Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, "Yo, that one's mine"
Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, "Hold my Benzy"
Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny
When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door
They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love y'all even more!"
Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella
I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella
Start the party, boy
[CHORUS]
Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P
So get out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me
I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me
Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy
Yeah, I don't give a damn, Salty is who I am
And man, I'm gonna slam this jam, you understand?
Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means
The party started, let's get retarded, now work them bluejeans
Rock the party, y'all
[CHORUS]
(Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?)
Yes, I told the people move, he made a move
To the stage and grabbed the mic
From these stank, sorry, frauds - Run D.M.C. look-alikes
Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet
And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he won't soon forget
Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme
I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds
The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin' hardcore-core
We left them wantin' more, and we headed out the door
We rocked the party
[CHORUS]
Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz I'm a lady of the eighties
It's Friday night, I just got paid, my house is pumpin'
Or listenin' to my Hammer tape, while my sound system is dumpin'
Picked up my girl Salty, she was waitin' on the porch
I shared my fly, fly Mercedes, yo, lit the highway like a torch
On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1-9-D
He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E
The party started
[CHORUS]
Let's get this party started
Let's get this party started right
Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine
Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, "Yo, that one's mine"
Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, "Hold my Benzy"
Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny
When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door
They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love y'all even more!"
Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella
I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella
Start the party, boy
[CHORUS]
Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P
So get out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me
I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me
Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy
Yeah, I don't give a damn, Salty is who I am
And man, I'm gonna slam this jam, you understand?
Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means
The party started, let's get retarded, now work them bluejeans
Rock the party, y'all
[CHORUS]
(Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?)
Yes, I told the people move, he made a move
To the stage and grabbed the mic
From these stank, sorry, frauds - Run D.M.C. look-alikes
Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet
And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he won't soon forget
Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme
I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds
The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin' hardcore-core
We left them wantin' more, and we headed out the door
We rocked the party
[CHORUS]
Monday, October 20, 2008
It's Alright Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Hey-a, forward the music selector
We get tougher, aye (??)
Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
With the serious lyrics, right?
It's all right
We gonna take it to the top
We're gonna make your body rock
And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot
So come, get on, hop on the dance floor
If you want to declare war - it's all right
It's all right
Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw
For torturing and murdering MCs
Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)
Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
We smash MCs with one big stepper
Here to rule, MCs I school
The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
And my full name is Cheryl James - all right
It's all right
It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse
I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst
I sucker all suckers by selling a dream
When I serve and strengthen any rap team
We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax
So tell your family and your friends
That we're here to attack
We prepare to win a battle at any cost
Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right
It's all right
And when I rhyme a funky rhyme
Till my throat is sore
When I rhyme till you just can't take no more
You disagree? Kill the noise
Cuz you know I can
Just place the microphone inside my hand
And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics
You gotta admit, you disagree?
Ask your man - even he's on it
Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode
At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right
It's all right
Now when we came, we saw, we conquered
Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad
You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad
Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass
So don't mess around, don't make me laugh
You gotta be jokin', you will get broken
I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'
Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind
So you better notify your next of kin - all right
It's all right
Rip it again, right
It's all right
Rewind selector right
We get tougher, aye (??)
Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
With the serious lyrics, right?
It's all right
We gonna take it to the top
We're gonna make your body rock
And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot
So come, get on, hop on the dance floor
If you want to declare war - it's all right
It's all right
Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw
For torturing and murdering MCs
Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)
Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
We smash MCs with one big stepper
Here to rule, MCs I school
The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
And my full name is Cheryl James - all right
It's all right
It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse
I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst
I sucker all suckers by selling a dream
When I serve and strengthen any rap team
We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax
So tell your family and your friends
That we're here to attack
We prepare to win a battle at any cost
Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right
It's all right
And when I rhyme a funky rhyme
Till my throat is sore
When I rhyme till you just can't take no more
You disagree? Kill the noise
Cuz you know I can
Just place the microphone inside my hand
And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics
You gotta admit, you disagree?
Ask your man - even he's on it
Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode
At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right
It's all right
Now when we came, we saw, we conquered
Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad
You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad
Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass
So don't mess around, don't make me laugh
You gotta be jokin', you will get broken
I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'
Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind
So you better notify your next of kin - all right
It's all right
Rip it again, right
It's all right
Rewind selector right
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Boy Toy Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Yeah, heh heh
S-N-P, hmm, for you
Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus:]
Boy toy, I love you so
Temporary lover, never let you go
I spend my money on you
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Where you been all my life
No diamonds on her fingers
But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life
No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you
Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu
No disrespect, for losin' sweats
You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check
So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight
Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict
Bet you shit is right, got my daisies
Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh
Now come and bathe me, wanna get high
Take this helicopter ride
From the westside down to the eastside
Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why
Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies
Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress
So rests, yes, my boy toy
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
(Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh)
With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right)
I like 'em focused, 20-20
A man that needs little but gives plenty
I'm never vexed givin' up no sex
Unless I wanna release stress
And get this shit up off my chest
Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times
Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme
Not insecure, for sure, not bored
Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour
Show me a lot of love in the club
You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face
A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals
I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn
Money earnin', more money, cash, checks
But you ain't never met a girl like this yet
[Salt:] What's up, man
You got that package I sent you
[Man:] Yeah I got it
[Salt:] Did you like it
[Man:] What
[Salt:] You know you earned it
[Man:] Yeah
[Salt:] Put the thing down right
[Chorus]
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
Me and my girls chillin' at the mall, laughing and all
Brother's kinda tall, you think he play ball
Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine
I think I estimate about 4.5
My pockets goes high, so we can ride
I'll pick you up about nine-ish
Take you to the finest, masseuse
And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles
Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile
Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar
I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same
I check for a player with a lot of game
Not a little, not tryin' to get caught in the middle
Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck
Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what
[Chorus]
I'm not scared to tell you (Whoo)
S-N-P, it's your boy toy
All day, all night
Nine-seven, like heaven, baby
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
I ain't gon' front
S-N-P, hmm, for you
Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Chorus:]
Boy toy, I love you so
Temporary lover, never let you go
I spend my money on you
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Where you been all my life
No diamonds on her fingers
But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life
No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you
Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu
No disrespect, for losin' sweats
You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check
So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight
Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict
Bet you shit is right, got my daisies
Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh
Now come and bathe me, wanna get high
Take this helicopter ride
From the westside down to the eastside
Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why
Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies
Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress
So rests, yes, my boy toy
[Chorus]
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
(Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh)
With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right)
I like 'em focused, 20-20
A man that needs little but gives plenty
I'm never vexed givin' up no sex
Unless I wanna release stress
And get this shit up off my chest
Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times
Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme
Not insecure, for sure, not bored
Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour
Show me a lot of love in the club
You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face
A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals
I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn
Money earnin', more money, cash, checks
But you ain't never met a girl like this yet
[Salt:] What's up, man
You got that package I sent you
[Man:] Yeah I got it
[Salt:] Did you like it
[Man:] What
[Salt:] You know you earned it
[Man:] Yeah
[Salt:] Put the thing down right
[Chorus]
[Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:]
Me and my girls chillin' at the mall, laughing and all
Brother's kinda tall, you think he play ball
Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine
I think I estimate about 4.5
My pockets goes high, so we can ride
I'll pick you up about nine-ish
Take you to the finest, masseuse
And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles
Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile
Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar
I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same
I check for a player with a lot of game
Not a little, not tryin' to get caught in the middle
Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck
Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what
[Chorus]
I'm not scared to tell you (Whoo)
S-N-P, it's your boy toy
All day, all night
Nine-seven, like heaven, baby
Boy toy, I love you so
Never no stress, let's keep this flow
I know you feel the same way, too
I ain't gon' front
Monday, October 13, 2008
Silly Of You Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Uh, come on, uh
Come on, uh, yeah
Uh, if ya want some, come and get some
[Chorus (2x):]
Well it's silly of you (To think that I)
Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live)
And if you think you're qualified (To speak on this)
(Well that's illy of you) Just plain silly of you
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
We be the queens from Queens, the original tag team
We've been to all the places, that you only seen in your dreams
I earned the dough, the record label, houses, the cars
Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha
Pray that we fade to black
We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse
But once again, lend me your ears countrymen
Ever since, The Showstopper, boostin' up the dividends
And, I thought you knew we had mass appeal
Bustin' lyrics like steel, no matter who's keepin' it real
From coast to coast, we rock the past to the future (Right)
Now pass the mic, and me rock the way that I used to
Who's hottest female to ever touch the apparatus
Evidently it's the Pep, cuz Salty is the baddest
I don't recommend that you test the untestable
Hey, nowadays we try to keep it all respectable, word
[Chorus (2x)]
[Blue Denim:]
That's right, y'all know me, it's Kimmy Cat from Queens
Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P
I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate
Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick
Pep to my left, right side big sis
Hey, let me get them keys
To the crib and Lexus, step to this
And I know some cats livin' down in Texas
S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list
Who rocks the most
Highpost, now from the gate
They take me to my destiny
Never get the best of me, you stressin' me
Testin' me, like I'm-a take a dive
I keep it live, and you ain't even qualified
[Chorus (2X)]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
The headliners, big-timers, I've got the details
Hold the press, do you detest rap's hottest females
Big Pepa, hotstepper, take a dive, never
No sleep, we never rest, the best keep gettin' better
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Salty that's me, sexy, don't envy
Trendsetter, go-getter, Miss Originality
Opposition dissin', our desire paid
From the cradle to grave, I know the tricks of the trade
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Back in the days, at shows we used to hook 'em
MC's we shook 'em
And if you came with some beef
Your man we took him
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Now who got the flow (The flow that I gotta go)
Guy professionals
Guy grip like the mic
Like, ooh, I got testicles
[Blue Denim:]
I be the sugar showin', showin' Don Juan Pong
Like the needle on a record when it plays a song
You know my girls sold out, no doubt, every arena
We stake the funky divas, shout out to all believers
We paint the town, hang around clubs that we maxed
And when we in the studio, Salt's waxin' the tracks
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
A bunch of thoroughbreds
Rockin' G's and Pro Keds
And true blue, I thought you knew
Official queens redheads (Salt and Pepa)
[Chorus (2x)]
Come on, uh, yeah
Uh, if ya want some, come and get some
[Chorus (2x):]
Well it's silly of you (To think that I)
Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live)
And if you think you're qualified (To speak on this)
(Well that's illy of you) Just plain silly of you
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
We be the queens from Queens, the original tag team
We've been to all the places, that you only seen in your dreams
I earned the dough, the record label, houses, the cars
Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha
Pray that we fade to black
We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse
But once again, lend me your ears countrymen
Ever since, The Showstopper, boostin' up the dividends
And, I thought you knew we had mass appeal
Bustin' lyrics like steel, no matter who's keepin' it real
From coast to coast, we rock the past to the future (Right)
Now pass the mic, and me rock the way that I used to
Who's hottest female to ever touch the apparatus
Evidently it's the Pep, cuz Salty is the baddest
I don't recommend that you test the untestable
Hey, nowadays we try to keep it all respectable, word
[Chorus (2x)]
[Blue Denim:]
That's right, y'all know me, it's Kimmy Cat from Queens
Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P
I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate
Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick
Pep to my left, right side big sis
Hey, let me get them keys
To the crib and Lexus, step to this
And I know some cats livin' down in Texas
S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list
Who rocks the most
Highpost, now from the gate
They take me to my destiny
Never get the best of me, you stressin' me
Testin' me, like I'm-a take a dive
I keep it live, and you ain't even qualified
[Chorus (2X)]
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
The headliners, big-timers, I've got the details
Hold the press, do you detest rap's hottest females
Big Pepa, hotstepper, take a dive, never
No sleep, we never rest, the best keep gettin' better
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Salty that's me, sexy, don't envy
Trendsetter, go-getter, Miss Originality
Opposition dissin', our desire paid
From the cradle to grave, I know the tricks of the trade
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Back in the days, at shows we used to hook 'em
MC's we shook 'em
And if you came with some beef
Your man we took him
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Now who got the flow (The flow that I gotta go)
Guy professionals
Guy grip like the mic
Like, ooh, I got testicles
[Blue Denim:]
I be the sugar showin', showin' Don Juan Pong
Like the needle on a record when it plays a song
You know my girls sold out, no doubt, every arena
We stake the funky divas, shout out to all believers
We paint the town, hang around clubs that we maxed
And when we in the studio, Salt's waxin' the tracks
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
A bunch of thoroughbreds
Rockin' G's and Pro Keds
And true blue, I thought you knew
Official queens redheads (Salt and Pepa)
[Chorus (2x)]
Friday, October 10, 2008
Sexy Noises Turn Me On Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Sexy noises turn me on and on
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Love it when you whisper down my ears (oooo, baby)
Love it when you breathin' down me face (oooo, baby)
Love it when you rub down me spine (oooo, baby)
Love it when we drink white wine (oooo, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Now tell me, baby, how many hints must I make before you get the picture
That I like it when you talk to me? You say it loud what you say
Don't shy away, say it to my face, talk sweet to me
Go up and down and go round and do all that
But don't forget that I'm a sister with a thing for the sound
So make a sexy noise when you're on your way down
Yeah, all the way down
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Do anything you like, and do it just how you like it
But when you feel you wanna scream, baby, don't fight it
Cuz everytime I hear the noise comin' from your lips
You're gonna feel the rotation in my hips
Cuz it's that sexy noise that moves me
And don't stop the lyrics if you don't wanna lose me
Because I wanna know, lover, if I'm doin' it well
But if you don't yell, brother, how can I tell?
Sexy noises turn me on and on
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Now Missy Pepa say she wanna have fun
She comin' down me house and ??
I love it when she caress me ears with her tongue
Cannot find words to tell her "Oh, me have fun"
And everytime she touch me and she start rub me down
It drive the body crazy when she make sexy sound - like that!
Talk to me, mmm-hmmm, ah yeah
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
I'm lovin' the way you do me cuz you do me real swell
Come on and make some noise though, go 'head, what the hell?
It's just me and you, and ain't nobody else down
So what's up, big man, give it to me right now
You wonder why I faint and swing with ya, don't ya?
Well come and make some noise for me, please, baby, won't ya?
Go, baby, go when you come into my house
S'matter? Cat got your tongue? Boy, open up your mouth
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
(Mmmm, oh, damn, baby...
You know you gotta wear a condom, right?)
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Love it when you whisper down my ears (oooo, baby)
Love it when you breathin' down me face (oooo, baby)
Love it when you rub down me spine (oooo, baby)
Love it when we drink white wine (oooo, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on (tell it to me, baby)
Now tell me, baby, how many hints must I make before you get the picture
That I like it when you talk to me? You say it loud what you say
Don't shy away, say it to my face, talk sweet to me
Go up and down and go round and do all that
But don't forget that I'm a sister with a thing for the sound
So make a sexy noise when you're on your way down
Yeah, all the way down
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Do anything you like, and do it just how you like it
But when you feel you wanna scream, baby, don't fight it
Cuz everytime I hear the noise comin' from your lips
You're gonna feel the rotation in my hips
Cuz it's that sexy noise that moves me
And don't stop the lyrics if you don't wanna lose me
Because I wanna know, lover, if I'm doin' it well
But if you don't yell, brother, how can I tell?
Sexy noises turn me on and on
Talk to me and you can't go wrong
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
And you caress my lips with your tongue
Now Missy Pepa say she wanna have fun
She comin' down me house and ??
I love it when she caress me ears with her tongue
Cannot find words to tell her "Oh, me have fun"
And everytime she touch me and she start rub me down
It drive the body crazy when she make sexy sound - like that!
Talk to me, mmm-hmmm, ah yeah
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
I'm lovin' the way you do me cuz you do me real swell
Come on and make some noise though, go 'head, what the hell?
It's just me and you, and ain't nobody else down
So what's up, big man, give it to me right now
You wonder why I faint and swing with ya, don't ya?
Well come and make some noise for me, please, baby, won't ya?
Go, baby, go when you come into my house
S'matter? Cat got your tongue? Boy, open up your mouth
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
Sexy noises (talk to me) really do turn me on
(I love it when you talk to me)
(Mmmm, oh, damn, baby...
You know you gotta wear a condom, right?)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Doper Than Dope Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Ah, to the beat y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
Salt and Pepa's here with a brand new call
People are saying, "No, it just can't be them"
But yes, it's Salt and Pepa on the mic again
Here to let you know how the rhymes just go
When it's time to pick up the microphone
And let the voice flow
So yo, Steevee-O, let the beat go
Whether it's fast or slow or medium tempo
No one can ever flow smooth as this
Whether he's a Mister or she's a Miss
So come one, come all, ya gotta bust a sound
Or rather the rhyme will just gather around
To see the doper than dope ones, fulfill the circumference
Go out and buy an amp so that you can pump this
It's startin' to irk me, yo, Salt, what irks you?
Other MCs couldn't fill up a circle with fans
While we were on vacation you couldn't complete your end
Salt and Pepa now we're back and again featuring
Spinderella, she's not a fella but a pro
And on the wheels of steel good to go
Cuttin' up a storm sometimes it's frightning
First comes the rain then strike the lightning
Doper than dope, can anyone cope?
Yes, a-maybe, ahh - nope, so why do you persist and try?
Look me right in the eye and tell me are you that fly?
That you can pick up the microphone
We stake the mic alone
Hope that you never run into Salt and Pepa
Cuz we're doper than dope
Yo, it's been a long time, but now we're back
Salt and Pepa's gettin' funky on a brand new track
And more up-to-par, swift like a car
Stickin' to your mouth like rooftop tar
Leaving a scar on those who spar
So pass the cigar, get a drink from the bar
Lyrics gonna flood your mind like the reservoir
Here they are, come and join the Salt and Pepa seminar
The rhymes are refined, some call them bizarre
But they can catch your ears like a bass guitar
And speakin' of base, why did ya in the first place?
Walkin' around town till I see you face to face
You didn't wanna speak so I rested my case
And now you're feelin' kinda fragile like an antique vase
But don't worry friends or even give up hope
Cuz this time we're hyper than hype on the mic
Call us doper than dope
Spinderella, where ya at?
Give us a funky scratch
This is it, this is it
Gettin' doper than doper than dope can get
Uh, hit me
Two times
Three-two-one break down, ya broke up
Cuz you started speakin' when you shouldn't have spoke up
You went the wrong way, you shouldn't have tried
To dis Salt and Pepa cuz half-steppers gettin' fried
Cuz these females at five minutes a beat
Is all it takes for us to take control seven days a week
You're wack, stick to your skeezin' please
And let's not waste time on the weak MCs
Cuz they're unreal, and we're the real deal
Cuz we reveal the real sex appeal
Yo, fellas, you want some, come and get some
Doper than dope rhymes so I can hit some
Musical notes that can hypnotize
Keep your eyes on the lips, hips, and thighs
Try to concentrate on the whole scenery
Cuz this is Salt and the Pepa MC
Yo, here to rock right with the Idolmakers clan
There's Steevee-O, Hurby the Luv Bug and also
The Invincibles, Fat Doug, Dre, and Bougie
And much more so get your VCR and pick my Fuji tape
And rush for your house, don't move slow
Cuz you might miss the main Idols in the video
You guessed it, yes, it's no joke
Salt and Pepa's on the mic gettin' (what?)
Gettin' doper than doper than doper than dope
Enough (Why?), cuz this ain't your average stuff
And when it comes to rockin' rhymes Salt and Pepa don't bluff
We were the Showstoppers that took your men
We made you shake it then you push it, and we started a trend
But this trend is kinda different, it's not a gold rope
This time it's Salt and Pepa, Spinderella gettin' doper than dope
Yes, yes, y'all
Salt and Pepa's here with a brand new call
People are saying, "No, it just can't be them"
But yes, it's Salt and Pepa on the mic again
Here to let you know how the rhymes just go
When it's time to pick up the microphone
And let the voice flow
So yo, Steevee-O, let the beat go
Whether it's fast or slow or medium tempo
No one can ever flow smooth as this
Whether he's a Mister or she's a Miss
So come one, come all, ya gotta bust a sound
Or rather the rhyme will just gather around
To see the doper than dope ones, fulfill the circumference
Go out and buy an amp so that you can pump this
It's startin' to irk me, yo, Salt, what irks you?
Other MCs couldn't fill up a circle with fans
While we were on vacation you couldn't complete your end
Salt and Pepa now we're back and again featuring
Spinderella, she's not a fella but a pro
And on the wheels of steel good to go
Cuttin' up a storm sometimes it's frightning
First comes the rain then strike the lightning
Doper than dope, can anyone cope?
Yes, a-maybe, ahh - nope, so why do you persist and try?
Look me right in the eye and tell me are you that fly?
That you can pick up the microphone
We stake the mic alone
Hope that you never run into Salt and Pepa
Cuz we're doper than dope
Yo, it's been a long time, but now we're back
Salt and Pepa's gettin' funky on a brand new track
And more up-to-par, swift like a car
Stickin' to your mouth like rooftop tar
Leaving a scar on those who spar
So pass the cigar, get a drink from the bar
Lyrics gonna flood your mind like the reservoir
Here they are, come and join the Salt and Pepa seminar
The rhymes are refined, some call them bizarre
But they can catch your ears like a bass guitar
And speakin' of base, why did ya in the first place?
Walkin' around town till I see you face to face
You didn't wanna speak so I rested my case
And now you're feelin' kinda fragile like an antique vase
But don't worry friends or even give up hope
Cuz this time we're hyper than hype on the mic
Call us doper than dope
Spinderella, where ya at?
Give us a funky scratch
This is it, this is it
Gettin' doper than doper than dope can get
Uh, hit me
Two times
Three-two-one break down, ya broke up
Cuz you started speakin' when you shouldn't have spoke up
You went the wrong way, you shouldn't have tried
To dis Salt and Pepa cuz half-steppers gettin' fried
Cuz these females at five minutes a beat
Is all it takes for us to take control seven days a week
You're wack, stick to your skeezin' please
And let's not waste time on the weak MCs
Cuz they're unreal, and we're the real deal
Cuz we reveal the real sex appeal
Yo, fellas, you want some, come and get some
Doper than dope rhymes so I can hit some
Musical notes that can hypnotize
Keep your eyes on the lips, hips, and thighs
Try to concentrate on the whole scenery
Cuz this is Salt and the Pepa MC
Yo, here to rock right with the Idolmakers clan
There's Steevee-O, Hurby the Luv Bug and also
The Invincibles, Fat Doug, Dre, and Bougie
And much more so get your VCR and pick my Fuji tape
And rush for your house, don't move slow
Cuz you might miss the main Idols in the video
You guessed it, yes, it's no joke
Salt and Pepa's on the mic gettin' (what?)
Gettin' doper than doper than doper than dope
Enough (Why?), cuz this ain't your average stuff
And when it comes to rockin' rhymes Salt and Pepa don't bluff
We were the Showstoppers that took your men
We made you shake it then you push it, and we started a trend
But this trend is kinda different, it's not a gold rope
This time it's Salt and Pepa, Spinderella gettin' doper than dope
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Somma Time Man Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Somebody's knockin' at my door (Yo, yo!) (Who is it?)
Somebody's ringin' my bell (Open the door!) (I'm comin')
Somebody's knockin' at my door (Let me in, please) (Damn!)
Somebody's ringin' my bell (Come on, baby)
It's your man driving to my house every day
Trying to get a play but I say no way
Keep him on a leash cuz he's a D-O-G
Hot-diggity-dog comin' for my coochie
Boom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knock
Waking up my Moms, waking up my Pops, somebody call the cops
And get this fool off my stoop, see
Can you believe that your man is a groupie?
Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spaded
Cut the nuts and get his shots upgraded
So what ya feed him at home? It must be bones
Give him some meat so he can leave me alone
He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"
[CHORUS]
He's a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine
He's a somma time man, get ya some of the time
He's a somma time man, some of yours, some of mine
He's a somma time man all year 'round
[repeat]
Now here's a description of the (nigga) that I'm dissin'
If your man fits this category then dismiss him
You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him
Send him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about him
He's got a problem, and it's similar to drugs
Not weed, cocaine, crack or dud, it's an erection, huh
He's a mission, a sexual transition
Addiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petition
He's a man that likes easy pickin'
Thinking that every girl is like easy stickin'
You gotta realize that girls are not store-bought
Like Newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the butt
So now I know that what I know I know is now true
You're being true to lovin' a brother that's not with you
You wanna bootie smack from the back
But if you come like that you might catch a Diggum smack
He's a somma time man
(Yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time fools
And you know who you are
Sometimes you will, sometimes you won't
Now you see 'em, yo, now you don't
1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's time to be true to the paid
Cuz this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
So don't you ain't throw it out there, baby)
[CHORUS]
He's a somma time man, a summer somma time
Especially when it's hot sex is always on his mind
Lookin', dippin' and dog your short skirts, no stockings
No matter who it is, long as he's boot-knockin'
??
??
La-di-da-di all the way to ?
Runnin' through girls like it's musical punanee
So come one, come all, he try to right you all
With that greater than Tibet-time free-fall
Talking that same old same lame ??
Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrap
But everytime he parts his lips
It's funny because I always seems to smell his (shit)
From June, July, August, September
All year-round so girls, just remember
[CHORUS]
Somebody's ringin' my bell (Open the door!) (I'm comin')
Somebody's knockin' at my door (Let me in, please) (Damn!)
Somebody's ringin' my bell (Come on, baby)
It's your man driving to my house every day
Trying to get a play but I say no way
Keep him on a leash cuz he's a D-O-G
Hot-diggity-dog comin' for my coochie
Boom-bam-boom, knock-knock-knock
Waking up my Moms, waking up my Pops, somebody call the cops
And get this fool off my stoop, see
Can you believe that your man is a groupie?
Not-not dedicated, ought to get him spaded
Cut the nuts and get his shots upgraded
So what ya feed him at home? It must be bones
Give him some meat so he can leave me alone
He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"
[CHORUS]
He's a somma time man, some of hers, some of mine
He's a somma time man, get ya some of the time
He's a somma time man, some of yours, some of mine
He's a somma time man all year 'round
[repeat]
Now here's a description of the (nigga) that I'm dissin'
If your man fits this category then dismiss him
You gotta dig him, get rid of him, have no pity for him
Send him on his way, yeah, girl, and forget about him
He's got a problem, and it's similar to drugs
Not weed, cocaine, crack or dud, it's an erection, huh
He's a mission, a sexual transition
Addiction, affliction, so girls, sign the petition
He's a man that likes easy pickin'
Thinking that every girl is like easy stickin'
You gotta realize that girls are not store-bought
Like Newports, a pack of cigarettes smoked to the butt
So now I know that what I know I know is now true
You're being true to lovin' a brother that's not with you
You wanna bootie smack from the back
But if you come like that you might catch a Diggum smack
He's a somma time man
(Yo, this is dedicated to all you somma time fools
And you know who you are
Sometimes you will, sometimes you won't
Now you see 'em, yo, now you don't
1993, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's time to be true to the paid
Cuz this AIDS thing's goin' crazy
So don't you ain't throw it out there, baby)
[CHORUS]
He's a somma time man, a summer somma time
Especially when it's hot sex is always on his mind
Lookin', dippin' and dog your short skirts, no stockings
No matter who it is, long as he's boot-knockin'
??
??
La-di-da-di all the way to ?
Runnin' through girls like it's musical punanee
So come one, come all, he try to right you all
With that greater than Tibet-time free-fall
Talking that same old same lame ??
Diggity-yack cat brother talking that bullcrap
But everytime he parts his lips
It's funny because I always seems to smell his (shit)
From June, July, August, September
All year-round so girls, just remember
[CHORUS]
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Chick On The Side (remix) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
Don't touch me! Get away from me!
Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it
Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it
Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it
[CHORUS]
Bet you got a chick on the side
Sure you got a chick
I know you got a chick on the side
(Love bandit, love bandit)
[Repeat]
Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
Instead of running around with every girl in town
I heard you on the phone the other day
Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
I finally caught onto your little game
Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)
[CHORUS]
Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
Whatever game you play I play the same way
So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
Wherever you're at you want this and that
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
I got another lover, and I know he cares
So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
In loving arms this teddy is ready
He fixed the table for his and hers
And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
[CHORUS]
You're at the window starin' at the sky
Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
You're not by my side sharing the dream
That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
I call you every day, ask to get into your home
I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it
Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it
Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it
[CHORUS]
Bet you got a chick on the side
Sure you got a chick
I know you got a chick on the side
(Love bandit, love bandit)
[Repeat]
Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
Instead of running around with every girl in town
I heard you on the phone the other day
Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
I finally caught onto your little game
Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)
[CHORUS]
Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
Whatever game you play I play the same way
So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
Wherever you're at you want this and that
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
I got another lover, and I know he cares
So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
In loving arms this teddy is ready
He fixed the table for his and hers
And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
[CHORUS]
You're at the window starin' at the sky
Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
You're not by my side sharing the dream
That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
I call you every day, ask to get into your home
I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friends Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
[Mad Lion:]
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them
Born for prime star
They are my friend, or they are my enemy
So you call them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do
You 'bout to say to yourself, what what
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't understand
Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed
The thing that everone thought
Bought the Mr. Lover some
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Queen, honey bee wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you wanna be family cuz you see the Grammies (Yeah)
Playin' me close, ask me where's my man, how's my man
Sandy be damned be, I keeps the cheese handy
Got the trap for you rats come strapped with the gammy
Jealousy be swellin' me, word
So I had to charge 'em at will
And leave a bill, like Bellamy
What are you tellin' me
Don't let me catch a felony
People trip out, bring out the hell in me
But I stay paid in full, faithful, and always grateful
Stay on guard, praise God, pity the hateful
[Mad Lion:]
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
Why you gotta be like that, uh
Only one-ninety people stepped back, uh
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Friends to the end for the ends did ya favors
Damn, why you wanna stick me for my papers
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb
How you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
Wanna be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had the juice so you tried to take the jar
I feel for you, yes, I do
No fame, no crew, now what you gon' do, Boo
He say, she say, we say, why say
The fly-ways my way
The try fray, hit the highway
[Mad Lion:]
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't understand
Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed
The thing that everone thought
Bought the Mr. Lover some
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
[Queen Latifah:]
You smile in my face but all the while you wanna take my place
Put it on a paper chase and you can't keep my pace
You're jealous cuz I'm this shit and you ain't
Far as I'm concerned, I don't know you from a can of paint (Hey yo, who you)
No time to worry about who likes me, who didn't invite me
Behind my back callin' me shysty, that don't excite me
Backstabbers keepin' that he said, she said runnin'
Always in my business, I leave when I see you comin' (Yo, I'm out)
See you got the game twisted, I could care less
My house is bought and paid for, your rent's due, you're stressed
Nevertheless, you wanna keep some drama on blast
But I don't worry cuz I'm quick to come and check that ass
[Mad Lion:]
They're spine behind your face
But meantime, they wanna take your place
Those back-stabbers, hey, back-stabbers
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Check it, everybody sees you as preemy and teeny
You see me in 3-D, and need me like a genie
All your wishes are washed up like lock up
We need to write a book called Shit That Botched Up
One thing that Sandi can't understand
The all the world jet but see a plentiful of hands
So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em
Get 'em hot, and bake 'em, run to miss 'em, I may say
Chase me cuz I don't chase them, chill, in fact
Like friends we are family with a bill attatched
Pep's that green-eyed monster, make them ill and that
Well if envy ever tempt me, Salt steer me back
[Mad Lion:]
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
Never never, never should you get paper
Think you better, better, get up, get up this place
Some new, shit, on my tounge and lip
Only one time, then, I will be done with it, go
Some will get with it, some will get wrecked with it
Some will host and they claim, that they say, we did
You faced it and if you why, sack and I messed with
His name was ah-uh-huh-uh-huh, forget this shit
Mad Lion is sick
No bed could get up in this re-lyrical
Full of new time threat, hey
I got my rhymes and the national anthem
Got more rhymes than either Oleen or Tonet
Got more rhymes than they made us sweat
Of a nigga, of a crooked waitin' for the damn check, uh
But let's not forget the, back-biters is the name of this set, uh
All the people, and we know you bite mine
Soldier people shall shine
Yo' come in the next track, up this
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them
Born for prime star
They are my friend, or they are my enemy
So you call them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do
You 'bout to say to yourself, what what
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't understand
Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed
The thing that everone thought
Bought the Mr. Lover some
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Queen, honey bee wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you wanna be family cuz you see the Grammies (Yeah)
Playin' me close, ask me where's my man, how's my man
Sandy be damned be, I keeps the cheese handy
Got the trap for you rats come strapped with the gammy
Jealousy be swellin' me, word
So I had to charge 'em at will
And leave a bill, like Bellamy
What are you tellin' me
Don't let me catch a felony
People trip out, bring out the hell in me
But I stay paid in full, faithful, and always grateful
Stay on guard, praise God, pity the hateful
[Mad Lion:]
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
Why you gotta be like that, uh
Only one-ninety people stepped back, uh
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Friends to the end for the ends did ya favors
Damn, why you wanna stick me for my papers
[Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb
How you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
Wanna be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had the juice so you tried to take the jar
I feel for you, yes, I do
No fame, no crew, now what you gon' do, Boo
He say, she say, we say, why say
The fly-ways my way
The try fray, hit the highway
[Mad Lion:]
Say one, then some
The paper, can't understand, uh
One degree says, she can't understand
Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed
The thing that everone thought
Bought the Mr. Lover some
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
[Queen Latifah:]
You smile in my face but all the while you wanna take my place
Put it on a paper chase and you can't keep my pace
You're jealous cuz I'm this shit and you ain't
Far as I'm concerned, I don't know you from a can of paint (Hey yo, who you)
No time to worry about who likes me, who didn't invite me
Behind my back callin' me shysty, that don't excite me
Backstabbers keepin' that he said, she said runnin'
Always in my business, I leave when I see you comin' (Yo, I'm out)
See you got the game twisted, I could care less
My house is bought and paid for, your rent's due, you're stressed
Nevertheless, you wanna keep some drama on blast
But I don't worry cuz I'm quick to come and check that ass
[Mad Lion:]
They're spine behind your face
But meantime, they wanna take your place
Those back-stabbers, hey, back-stabbers
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Check it, everybody sees you as preemy and teeny
You see me in 3-D, and need me like a genie
All your wishes are washed up like lock up
We need to write a book called Shit That Botched Up
One thing that Sandi can't understand
The all the world jet but see a plentiful of hands
So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em
Get 'em hot, and bake 'em, run to miss 'em, I may say
Chase me cuz I don't chase them, chill, in fact
Like friends we are family with a bill attatched
Pep's that green-eyed monster, make them ill and that
Well if envy ever tempt me, Salt steer me back
[Mad Lion:]
Said why you gotta be like that, uh
We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh
I know you wanna play the games we play
Only man, finds his car fade away, hey
Never never, never should you get paper
Think you better, better, get up, get up this place
Some new, shit, on my tounge and lip
Only one time, then, I will be done with it, go
Some will get with it, some will get wrecked with it
Some will host and they claim, that they say, we did
You faced it and if you why, sack and I messed with
His name was ah-uh-huh-uh-huh, forget this shit
Mad Lion is sick
No bed could get up in this re-lyrical
Full of new time threat, hey
I got my rhymes and the national anthem
Got more rhymes than either Oleen or Tonet
Got more rhymes than they made us sweat
Of a nigga, of a crooked waitin' for the damn check, uh
But let's not forget the, back-biters is the name of this set, uh
All the people, and we know you bite mine
Soldier people shall shine
Yo' come in the next track, up this
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Swift Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
The duo is back, competition check out the new style
Then get the heck out
Put on your battlin' gear, but don't come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move, and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're shook up
Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese
You want flavor, well here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind
Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ??
Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
State of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture, but don't get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift
Then get the heck out
Put on your battlin' gear, but don't come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move, and soon you'll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
It's time to break up the party, now you're shook up
Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par
And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spices
Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
Because I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese
You want flavor, well here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind
Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'll blow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
I won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed
The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ??
Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick
You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan
Against disease, sorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, plus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
State of shock, too hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture, but don't get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Get Up Everybody (get Up) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa
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...
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...
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