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

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

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...

I Gotcha Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

You told me today that you quit your girlfriend
I'd be the next one to ease on in
You promised me it would be just us two
I'd be the only girl kissin' on you
Now you got a girl, but you still want me
Remember nothing in life is free
If you want your cake and eat it too
Come here, boy, let me show you what to do

Why don't you just kiss me
Hold it a long time
Hold it, don't turn it loose now
Hold it a little bit longer now
Hold it, go, hold it, yeah
Now ease up off me and get back

You made me a deal, and you're gonna stick to it
You shouldn't have promised if you wasn't gonna do it
You saw me and ran in another direction
I'll teach you to play with my affection
I played mistress for too long
Now your butt is mine plus your old girl's gone
Gimme with your all, and don't try to front
So don't act dumb, boy, you know what I want

Come on now, give it here
You never should have promised to me
Give it here, don't say nothin'
Just give it here, don't hold back now
Give it here, go

Yeah, the boy tried to flip on us, Pep
Yeah, well put him in check!

I've got ya now, and I ain't lettin' go
Payday's now cuz I said so
Forget about all the other girls cuz ya can't have none
Cuz it's time to collect not a check but fun

I want you to kiss me
Hold it a long time
Hold it, don't turn it loose now
Hold it a little bit longer now
Hold it, go, hold it, yeah
Hold it, ow
Now ease up off me and get back

Break Of Dawn Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

(Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop)

Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on

[CHORUS]

Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on
Keep-keep it on 'til the break of dawn
(Boom-boom-bam-slam) Keep-keep it on

Jam, S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass
S-A-L-T pump up the bass

On and on keep it on 'til the break of dawn
I'm-a rip shop and drop the bomb
Boom-bam-slam with the jam in effect
Catchin' wreck, catchin' wreck with the Pep
Yet, yo, I'm-a flow like the now
You know my style buck-wild
Rippin' scripts, dive and dips, dip and dives
Overdrive, I'm in overdrive
Goin' off, never to the loss, of course
I'm the best, yes, I am, yes
Yo, so here I go again
I'm in like Flynn guarateed to win
So step back with the battleship grip
Word to mother, my brother, you're outta my tip
Let it go, let it go, I just wanna flow...uh, and keep it on

I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
I'm gonna keep it on until the break of dawn
Big-big Pep keep-keep it on
[repeat]

Check it out (what?), big Pep PG
Not rated R, I can flow without the B's
And the F's and the A's, gotta have a taste
To kick, gotta have the P's
To pick up the bass, pump up the bass like that
When you pump it up it makes me rap like the pro that I am
Hear what I am, yes, I am, gotta have the D for the "damn"
Jam on the one, jam on the two, oh yeah
Give me my ? on a dare, cuz I'm the rare
Do you see a woman rip shop?
But I'm here to drop and drop
Here 'til I can't 'ford no more
Sucker MC's better be out the door
More I pour, get to the core
When I finish, girlfriend, you're gonna be sore
Word, the big birdy's like that y'all
Big Pep Denton is crazy, phat y'all
Word is born, keep it on, yeah...'til the break of dawn

[CHORUS (repeat)]

One-two-three it's me - S-A-L-T
The woman to be, can't ya see?
On the microphone I stand alone - psyche
Pepa P got the left, I got the right
As if you didn't know the flow got better with the weather
Fall off never that never, never wack ever
I'm butter like my leather
Clever, yes, I'm a lady that's clever
Rockin' it, rippin' it, yes, I'll be kickin' it
Kickin' it, brothers be trickin' and trickin'
Don't stop, don't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I can't stop
When I hear the beat I'll be damned not to get ill, kill
Yo, Salt, chill, what ya mean "chill?"

Chill, I know how you feel
When I hear the beat I wanna flip, too
Let me show you how I do
In '92 I was on the L, '93's time to get off the L
And watch my pockets swell like hell
Can't ya tell how Pep be livin'?
Livin' every day livin' like it's Thanksgivin'
Cuz I got the gift to get swift on the mic
Al'ight, psyche, cuz I'm the type to get it hype
Get it up, get it on, that's word as bond...to the break of dawn

[CHORUS (repeat)]

You Showed Me Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do
When I was in love with you
You showed me many of things, plenty of hard times
Then I got up on it but the hard way
Out there to tax, you chose me to slay
I saw what you did, uh-huh, and said nothin'
But watched, clocked, then I kept bluffin'
And schemed to capture the skill of your rapture
Master become the massa and kick at ya
A plan, a new stand for this woman
Made to be deadly just like the omen
No more trippin', too strong to fall
Shoe's on the other foot, shots are mine to call
Little did you know what you were showing
It hurted when you flirted, but I kept going
Now the student is the teacher, you can't freak her
Play the game of life, and I'll beat ya

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do
When I was in love with you
Ohhh, it's true, I can do it, too
You showed me what to say, exactly what to say
In that very special way
Ohhh, it's true, games were made for two

You're fly, you live high off life riches
Got three, four, and five fly bitches
You dummy, you're so funny, leave me in stitches
Honey, I command, I pull the switches
Now I relieve the scratch when he itches
I'm not the man, but I wear the britches
So pitch your love and lies in the ditches
P.S. hugs and kisses

And when I tried it, I could see you fall
And I decided it wasn't hard at all

You showed me what to say, exactly what to say
In that very special way
Ohhh, it's true, games were made for two
You taught it to me too, exactly what to do
And now I do it well
Ohhh, it's true, now you love me, too

I tried it then I decided it's fun
To catch the wave and ride it
On from what you spawn
Yo, I play like a rose, but I live like a thorn
But anyhow, I do know now the tricks of the trade
I ain't never gettin' played
Say what you will, and do what you must
It all fell apart when you betrayed my trust
Don't worry, babe, you're still my main dish
First on the menu but of a long list
This ain't me, it's what you made me
Now I'm slappin' you back with the same crap you gave me
So get a grip, I'm hipper than hip
And I'm sick and tired of your shit
Let's make this clear, dear, I swear
Never will I get dogged again, I'm outta here

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do
When I was in love with you
Ohhh, it's true, I can do it too
Ohhh, it's true

Twist And Shout Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Yo, Salt, your mic
Yo, Pepa, your mic
Yo, Spin, you hype
We're def, you're right
The bass shakin', dancin' all night
Booties shakin' from left to right
Salt and Pepa rockin' the mic
So that you might

Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
You gotta twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out)
Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You really got me going now, boy (Got me going)
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Oooo, hey baby, listen, I think they're playin' our song
What up? You gonna get up? Well shut up and come on
I wanna feel your body close to me, lovin' and holdin' me
Tight like a vice grip squeezin' all over me
Yeah, that's the way, hey, don't get carried away
The other boy, do what the record say

And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
You make me twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Work it, work it on out (Work it on out)
Work that bootie on out now, baby, ha (Work it on out now)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You really got me going now (Got me going)
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Yeah, gimme gimme gimme all you got boyfriend, you should be enjoyin'
A sexy girl might ease that antedote to poison
Boys in the jam ask me to dance, but I say no chance
I want a man who's advanced in the art of dance
So when we get on a floor, he can take me on a tour
And we can do it till the fluid or sweat starts to pour
Down like the rain and the thunderstorm hard and strong
Boy, come on, don't wait too long

You better shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out)
Yeah, work it on out now, boyfriend (Work it on out now)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You really got me going now with that stuff (Got me going)
Like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Oooo, (Ah) get higher, baby
(Ah) Higher, baby
(Ah) Oooo, get higher, baby
(Ow) Yeah, now break it down

One good twist deserves a better one, a deffer one
We're Salt and Pepa, together we'll have lots of fun
Do it again, babe, for the hit parade
Cuz Spinderella does a hell of a job keepin' the record playin'
Shout like ya just sold your soul to rock 'n roll
You lost control, go hit the floor

And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Come on, twist and shout (Twist and shout)
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, baby, now (Come on, baby)
Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out)
Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You really got me going now, boy (Got me going)
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Come on, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Shake, shake, shake, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Why don't you shake it up, baby, now? (Shake it up, baby)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
[Ad lib / fade]

Solo Power (let's Get Paid) Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Pep had to step, she'll be back in a sec
But in the meantime, I like to have sound check

One-two's what I say as the record gets played
For a little bit to make sure it stays on track
The wax can't be scratched unless Spin is there
So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme
The vocalist on the mic is me

I'm the short and sexy one in effect
About to bring it to you straight up, wait up
You ready? Huh, it's time to pay up
The capital S gonna spot
I'm here to wreck shop (Salt, where's Pepa?)
Yo, she's at the next stop
So all aboard, grab a seat and get set
Spinderella, start it up, now let's check
Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I'm still the best
I'm holdin' down camp keepin' punks in check
So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?
Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts
Let's get paid, get paid

Yeah, comin' in and goin' in, growin' in and throwin' in
We got the flavor, and everyday we're showin' it
So just stay back cuz Salt ain't takin' no fronts
Cuz I'm dope, I look good, and I'm paid to be blunt
Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens
You think it's def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene
So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight
The name Salt and Pepa, the year '88
Let's get paid, get paid

Doin' the chores on behalf of my partner
Like money in the bank so thanks, now I'm a spark of the ashes
Strike the match, light the fuse
Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues
To the petty I'm like a machete making confetti
Cuz you don't see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain't ready
You want a piece of what the Salt releases?
Take a chunk, punk, and now you're leaving in pieces

Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova
Before you thought, think again, you won't get over
With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief
Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic
Cuz I'm hoggin' it, Holmes start loggin' it
They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin' it
Shakin' and bakin' the mic just like a chef
I'll rock this beat until there ain't none left
Let's get paid, get paid
Let's get paid, get paid

If I run out of breath, I take a pause
If Pepa's on stage I say "Go for yours"
But if she ain't then this mic I'm minin'
I say "Spin, drop it" and keep rhymin'
When Pepa comes back she'll say "Salt, chill"
Grab the mic, and go for the kill
But you're lucky cuz she ain't back yet
Relax, men, you're a nervous wreck
Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin'
You look scared, stiff as a manequin
But still you're back again to see me rap again
Spin, cut the final hit, let's just pack 'em in
Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, they know I still love 'em
If they can't stand the heat well then chuck 'em
Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya
Let's get paid, get paid
Let's get paid, get paid

Beauty And The Beat Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

Oooh, baby, I like the sound when
The switch is on, and you start poundin'
Out my radio and pretty soon
Salt and Pepa will boom into the room

Clap your hands now people, clap hard
Clap your hands now people, clap your hands
Clap your hands now people, stomp your feet
Clap your hands now people, clap with me

Listen hard and tell me what you hear
Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?
You said you want one, and now you got some
Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum
First the mix empress to impress you
Cutting right on time and I'll bet you
Didn't know it (did you?), you can't believe it (could you?)
Word to life, I swear, we wouldn't kid you
And she can cut it up like a wild animal
Slicing and dicing away as a cannibal does
Cuz only a beauty can make you people clap with me

Who is the best?
We are the best!
Who's one of the best?

You're one of the best!

Why am I so def? Why don't I have flaws?
Why do I cut for Salt and Pepa? Because
When my turntable talks your body will listen
To a message ?? tested and kickin'
Out of my speakers and into your sneakers
Providing conversation for the woofers and tweeters
When I play the Technics obey
Cuz I'm a fader translator, a mixboard slave
And I'm-a do like this on 'em...this on 'em

When I'm on the floor, beat is like romance
The rhythm makes love to me as I dance
And from what I see it's about to be
A relationship between beauty and the beat
Word up y'all, it's a royal ball
Turn hip-hop clubs into concert halls
Inside is live, if I use up highs
Twelve hundred ??
Power in high drive, the woofers don't lie
Opposites attract so the birthrate's high
Your chest and ribcage the bass is poking at
(Lower the what?) Stop joking...
We can't do that it possess power
You ask how-a people get louder

(Uh, step aside, sir....
Sir, will you please step aside for the....)
Salt and Pepa MC's represent beauty
We want y'all to see why we're the only
Nominee nominated representing our race
This jam is dedicated to all the pretty faces
And we're gonna rock like you like
Spinderella on the mix, Salt and Pepa on the mike
And we can satisfy your desire
We can make your body perspire
Make the men all want to get with it
Then take 'em down to the ultimate
Sounds and I say: Spinderella's not a fella
But a girl DJ!

Tramp Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

[Verse 1]

Homegirls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this as a simple rhyme
Cos this type of thing happens all of the time
Now, what would you do if a stranger said "Hi..."?
Would you diss him, or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'll become a victim of circumstance
Am I right fellas? Tell the truth
Or else Imma have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are tramps

[Verse 2]

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's god's gift to the world
You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothin' but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me you can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want
It's me (why?) because I'm so sexy
It's me (what?) don't touch my body (boy)
Cos ya see, I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip, I think he's a...tramp

[Verse 3]

On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs
Trying to change the whole subject
Cos everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said you's a sucker
Get your dirty mind out the gutter
You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treatin' me like no prostitute
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser
You're on a mission, kid, yo he's a...tramp

Step Lyrics By Salt 'n' Pepa

I'm your honey-dipper so you say, you know
Then you react and attack every flirt and ho
But oh, no - you gots to go now, bro
To and fro, unh-unh, no more
So just walk out the door and be out like Margetta
I've been through this before, but now I think I better
Kick ya to the curb cuz this hurts, word
You dis and wanna kiss? Now that's absurd
Yo, Spinderella ain't the kind type to be pulled down, ya know
Before I go out I go blow-for-blow
So tell those hos that sittin' there waitin' by the phone
That they can have you cuz you's gone

[CHORUS]
All you gotta do is just step-step
Me and you, we're through so just step-step
All you gotta do is just step-step
I hate to be ya

I'm not the one to be gone
You better go out and get someone else, hon
Who can eat your lies when you feed it to her
And take that little thumb when you give me to her
Cuz you was packin' now you're lackin'
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress a small thing
Yo, back to the track in the matter
I don't need to see you think you're all of thatta
Regardless of you my purse and pockets will be fatter
I leaved ya flat, I leave ya flat, I left ya flatter

[CHORUS]

I wouldn't take ya back if ya paid me
It was so sweet, oh no, I can't believe ya played me
I'll admit you pulled it off kinda well
But guess what? I did it, too, so what the hell?
You reap what you sow, you know, you know how that go
I know you're kinda shocked, but it was you who showed me so
Swallow your pride, take it in, be a man
I understood, now you understand
That the minute you started showing me neglect
Is the same minute I started feeling the effect
Why I held it in I didn't wanna accept
That it could be over just for cheap sex
Experience is what we need to learn from
I know we all made mistakes, but you're a big one
So to the lucky man who's up next
Either treat me right or just step (step-step)

[CHORUS]