Expression Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah

[CHORUS]
Express yourself, you gotta be you and only you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body

Now Joe wanna be like Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' on Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's legit
Mercedes coupe hometroop with no kit
A businessman with a beeper for a reason
Not like Tim because it's in this season

[CHORUS]

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hey Pep, you up next

Yes, I'm Pep and there ain't nobody
Like my body, yes, I'm somebody
No, I'm sorry, I'm-a rock this Mardis Gras
Until the party ends, friends
Yes, I'm blessed, and I know who I am
I express myself on every jam
I'm not a man, but I'm in command
Hot damn, I got an all-girl band
And I wear the gear, yeah, I wanna wear it, too
I don't care, dear, go ahead and stare (oooo)
Afraid to be you, livin' in fear (boo)
Expression is rare, I dare you

[CHORUS]

Oh yeah, oh yeah...
Yo, excuse us while we rap
Go ahead, girls, express yourself!

My party, your party, anytime drop in
Cold hip-hop is always rockin'
Don't you like it when the music drop
Jump, spread out, and stop?
Now bring in the go-go (uh-oh)
Look at how my butt go rock from left to the right
You wanna step to me, groove me
I know you wanna do me
Come on now, fellas, don't fight

At my door they're bum-rushin'
To hear the percussion
Sound of my go-go band
I've long ago learned my lesson
It's all about expression
Will the real Salt and Pepa please stand?
And...

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, and let me be me
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, come on and work that body

Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe
Express yourself, you've got to be you, babe
Express yourself, don't tell me what to do, babe

Express yourself, oh yeah, oh yeah
Express yourself

Knock Knock Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

You and I together forever baby

[Chorus:]

I've been knockin' knockin'
Knockin' at the door
Open up and let me on in
I wanna be more than friends
Woo woo, woo woo woo

[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]

Check you, Mr. Slick, who you tryin' to trick
See a sign sayin' pick, wanna play me for a quick stick
With the next chick telling me you working late
When my girls already saw you on a date
Whoopty-whoop, black, the hell with that, can't get me back
Bread's on the menu, pictures of the chick you had
Now you wanna flex to impress with the Lexus
Diamonds and negators, uh, I'll check you later
There's more comin' attractions in the movie theater
I turn you down with the fader, don't be a player-hater
Cuz you know what I'm workin' with son
The same damn thing that had you shook, trickin' from day one
Feelin' the pimp now, pockets lookin' slim now
I'm want mad shit, it's sh-sh-shoopin' like, hmmm, with him now
No doubt, yeah, cuz I love the way he work it out
And he showed me things you don't even know about

[Chorus (2x)]

[Cheryl "Salt" James:]

Always and forever, I remember when you sang it to me
I feel you sleezin' me, sleepin' with the enemy
The lifestyle you was livin' was a mystery
Don't say shit to me, cuz now you history
Don't ask where you are, I wanna know how far
I hear you trickin' on hookers at the bar
You're makin' moves on the girl
Ain't got a care in the world
That's why I made you double up every time I twirled
But the sex is not the best, don't expect me to take less
So rest, and the next man come and bless
The daisy, boy you crazy, don't play me
Get over yourself baby, cuz you don't even faze me
I'm known as Salt in the game with aim and no shame
And I still have my fame to claim, ain't nothin' changed
But the weather, and how to make the cheddar better
And I'll never take you back, that's always and forever

[Day Ta Day:]

And those roses on the bed
And you grabbed me and said
Ooh, you got it, hmmm, you got it
Remember I held you real tight
And I rocked it all night
I said, hmmm, I got it, hmmm, I got it

(So) Let me in, (Let) let me in (My baby)
Let me in, let me in (Ooh)
Let me in, let me in (I'm on my hands and knees, girl)
Let me in, somethin' 'bout the way I feel

[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]

Oh my, how the table's turned, play with fire you get burned
What goes around comes around, now your ass is hurt
Reminiscin' how the Pepa was a real lover
The type of girl that made you uh-uh-uh, over and over
You talkin' like you want me back, but never brother
You blew it, when I pulled your cover, however
No need for me to stress the mess
The mess caused in our love nest, nevertheless, yes

[Cheryl "Salt" James:]

Moving on, looking good, and I'm well-dressed
The blessed achieve high self-esteem, fulfill my dream
That's why I always get the cream cuz I got my child
Who makes me smile, no time for the man who keeps it wild (That's right)
I'm keepin' you on foul, you exiled, that's how it gotta be
So cease cuz you ain't pleasin' me
Salt-N-Pepa brand new, uh, for the nine-seven
Sorry asses get to steppin'

[Chorus (2x)]

You and I together forever

[Chorus (Repeat 'til fade)]

Hyped On The Mic Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

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

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

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

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

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

Intro Jam Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Pepa...
Yes, Salt?
Are the mics loud enough?
Yes, Salt
Shall we begin?
Yes, Salt

I Like To Party Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Let's kick it like this, ah yeah
We gotta kick it like this, ah yeah
We need to kick it like this, ah yeah
We gonna kick it like this, ah yeah

(And let me tell ya, girl, I'm a party animal, see?
Word, and I need a man that can hang with this thing
You know what I'm sayin'?
Oooo, child, I know what you're sayin'

Hey ladies! I said homegirls!
We've been goin' for the dog-doo
It's gettin' to be a real drag around here, you know what I'm sayin'?
A woman can't do nothin' no more, man
We've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us)

As the smoke clears you can hear
And the ringing in your ears just disappears
Your body's soft, but you still want more
You might end up as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you wanna get high step by the speaker
And overdose on somethin' sweeter
Do you suffer from migranes or other pains
That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
You came to the right place to get your head straight
The cure's for sure, the beat's the bait
I won't wait for the crowd to get loud or rowdy
I enjoy my life cuz I like to party

[CHORUS]
I like to party, night and day
I like to party in every way
I like to party, I can't stop
I like to party till I drop
[Repeat]

We're steppin' on the case, watch your face
Don't like the pace then leave the place
It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rollin' and gettin' funky like Kid 'N Play
See her over there behind the phonograph
She's a psychopath, I make the breaks last
A Salt and Pepa parade this is
So march on the dance floor with his
Arms wrapped real tight around your body
And you'll understand why

[CHORUS]

(Make it funky, Pep)

Oh, I feel hot then again why not
This ain't pop, it's hip-hop
And got a lot to rock to, dip and dop to
You don't have to, but you probably want to
It makes you laugh because it's really fun to
Twist your tongue and exercise your lungs to
Tonight on the mic we're showing
We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman
Hey you! Where do you think you're goin'?
Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin'
Havin' a good time ain't no crime
When the joint is jumpin' and people are dancin'
Everyone does it, now it's no sin
Yo, I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again and again and again

[CHORUS]

(Wait a minute...
Now I think it's time we give the drummer
Some of this funky groove we got here
You ain't got to throw no solo in, brother
Just keep what ya got
Yo, turn it loose cuz it's a mutha

Now when I count to four I want y'all to chill
And let the drummer get ill
And when I count to four I want y'all to come back in once more

It's in my feet, feels so sweet)
Said it's in my feet, feels so sweet
It's in my shake, oooo, but it work me to death
Said it's in my shake, but it work me to death
I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor
C'mon, y'all - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - hit it!

[drum solo]

(Ain't it good to ya?
Uh, ain't it good to ya?)

Whatta Man Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Yeah, yeah (Oooo)
Uh, hey hey
All right, yeah
Oooo

[CHORUS]
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due
To the man that's made a difference in my world
And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low
Cuz I never heard about him with another girl
But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic
To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd
I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it
And believe me y'all, he's worth it
So here's to the future cuz we got through the past
I finally found somebody that can make me laugh
(Ha ha ha) You so crazy
I think I wanna have your baby

[CHORUS]

My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass
A body like Arnold with a Denzel face
He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep
And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep
He always got a gift for me everytime I see him
A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him
He never ran a corny line once to me yet
So I give him stuff that he'll never forget
He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps
He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"
But not this man, he's got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven
From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven
And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'
With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find

[CHORUS]

My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer
He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller
He takes his time and does everything right
Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night
He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush
And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch
Spends quality time with his kids when he can
Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man
A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out
Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about
Every time I need him, he always got my back
Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that

[CHORUS]