Salt With A Deadly Pepa

Salt N Pepa Salt With A Deadly Pepa歌詞
1.A Salt With A Deadly Pepa

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

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


2.Get Up Everybody

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

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

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

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

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

Get up, everybody get up...


3.Hyped On The Mic

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

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

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

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

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


4.Intro Jam

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


5.I Gotcha

You told me today that you quit your girlfriend

I'd be the next one to ease on in

You promised me it would be just us two

I'd be the only girl kissin' on you

Now you got a girl, but you still want me

Remember nothing in life is free

If you want your cake and eat it too

Come here, boy, let me show you what to do

Why don't you just kiss me

Hold it a long time

Hold it, don't turn it loose now

Hold it a little bit longer now

Hold it, go, hold it, yeah

Now ease up off me and get back

You made me a deal, and you're gonna stick to it

You shouldn't have promised if you wasn't gonna do it

You saw me and ran in another direction

I'll teach you to play with my affection

I played mistress for too long

Now your butt is mine plus your old girl's gone

Gimme with your all, and don't try to front

So don't act dumb, boy, you know what i want

Come on now, give it here

You never should have promised to me

Give it here, don't say nothin'

Just give it here, don't hold back now

Give it here, go

Yeah, the boy tried to flip on us, pep

Yeah, well put him in check!

I've got ya now, and i ain't lettin' go

Payday's now cuz i said so

Forget about all the other girls cuz ya can't have none

Cuz it's time to collect not a check but fun

I want you to kiss me

Hold it a long time

Hold it, don't turn it loose now

Hold it a little bit longer now

Hold it, go, hold it, yeah

Hold it, ow

Now ease up off me and get back


6.Let The Rhythm Run(Remix)

Salt and pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like

The type of hype that's unbelievable to write

Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end

Once again, we're gonna let the party begin

So tell me pepa, are you ready to work it out?

You know it salt, i'm ready to work it out

Spinderella, are you ready to work it out?

Cuz salt and pepa is ready to work it out

So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run

Now let the drums run (good), the drums run

So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run

Yo, salt... whassup? can we get some?

They call me salt, i'm like a billion bulbs

The rhymes i toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug

On the strength i swore there's no either/or

Mcs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war

Some rappers got soul on the mic, right? (right)

But others be playin' it like they're all that

And you know what'll happen if i don't like your style of
rappin'

Step on stage as soon as i'm on it

Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent

Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system

We kick a rhyme and claim another victim

People 'round the world, i like to play to 'em

In every club, arena, and stadium

Inside the jam we're known as the party stars

Gimme a mic, and the house is like mardi gras

I couldn't do it though without the help from

The melody that we call the rhythm

Yo, pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh?

Yeah, i been ready to work it out

So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?)

Aw, c'mon pep, go ahead and bust one

If the pep you want, that's just what you'll get

As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effect

I see a crowd, i can't help but get hyped

You gotta be, throw it on and recite

A dope rhmye cuz i'm a lyrical queen

The pepa mc's makin' microphones sing

Notes to provoke, they called her a joke

The speaker smoked when i spoke

Boy, you better kill the noise

Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run

Let the drums run (yeah), now let 'em run

Mess around and i'll bet you don't get none

Is it over yet? never, it gets better

We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever

A bassline is added for some soul

Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n roll

My mic is like a gun, i go nowhere without it

You gotta better one, i'm sorry but i doubt it

My partner's name is pep, she's not a half-stepper

You think you're kinda def, but i think that she's deffer

Since rappin' is art and i'm a dope artist

If lyrics mean you're smart, then i must be the smartest

My dj likes to spin, we call her spinderella

If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million seller

Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take none

A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one

Assume the position, commence the dance session

Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson

Seatbelts fastened, let's have some fun

Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna run

Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done

Let the drums run, no, the drums are done


7.Shake Your Thang

[ow, shake it!

Yeah, oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby

Yes, indeedy

Funky (get down)]

We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing

To a funky beat with a go-go swing

Everyone was watching, they stared in shock

Amazed at how salt and pepa was rock-

In the place with a smile on my face

Some got upset and then tried to base

They called us nasty, said we danced dirty

Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty

Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump

I was all set not to jet but to jump

Spin broke it up and asked not to break

Said, 'they don't understand the way you...'

Chorus

Shake your thang, owww

Do what you wanna do

I can't tell you how to catch a groove

It's your thang (it's your thing)

Do what you wanna do

I won't tell you who to sock it to

Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it

We could get loose, but we can't get naked

It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered

Look again - see? we're just dancin'

Relax a bit, now ain't that better?

I think it's time for you to get a...

Partner, doe-see, gather in closely

I wanna see the ones that mostly

Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity

Do your duty and...

Chorus

Come on, y'all, shake that thing

You got to just show no shame

I want you to shake that thing

Come on, y'all, show no shame

Shake your thang, yeah yeah

Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby

Owww, i won't tell you how to catch a groove

It's my thing, and i'll swing it the way that i feel

With a little seduction and some sex appeal

It's friday night, and i just got paid

I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade

Moving in closely, ready for the kill

Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill

But if i guy touch my body i just put him in check

I said, 'we just met', 'we can't do that yet'

I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy)

I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up

And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop

Stick out your butt, and shake what you got

Chorus

Oooo, i like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby

It's my thing, and i shake it crazy

Don't try and tell me how to party

It's my dance, yup, and it's my body

The shirt i wear may be low cut

My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt

Designer down from head to toe

Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow

Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy

C'mon, we both know i don't want you for your money

Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme

I like to dance, oooo, and i like to grind

I like this song, i like this beat

I'll see you later, where shall we...

Chorus


8.Solo Power(Let's Get Paid)

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

But in the meantime, i like to have sound check

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

For a little bit to make sure it stays on track

The wax can't be scratched unless spin is there

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

The vocalist on the mic is me

I'm the short and sexy one in effect

About to bring it to you straight up, wait up

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

The capital s gonna spot


Yo, she's at the next stop

So all aboard, grab a seat and get set

Spinderella, start it up, now let's check

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

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

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

Salt and pepa with mics, spinderella with cuts

Let's get paid, get paid

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

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

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

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

Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from queens

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

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

The name salt and pepa, the year '88

Let's get paid, get paid

Doin' the chores on behalf of my partner

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

Strike the match, light the fuse

Spinderella, me, and pep singing the get paid blues

To the petty i'm like a machete making confetti

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

You want a piece of what the salt releases?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shakin' and bakin' the mic just like a chef

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

Let's get paid, get paid

Let's get paid, get paid

If i run out of breath, i take a pause

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

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

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

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

Grab the mic, and go for the kill

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

Relax, men, you're a nervous wreck

Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin'

You look scared, stiff as a manequin

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

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

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

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

Salt and pepa, spinderella came here to tell ya

Let's get paid, get paid

Let's get paid, get paid


9.Solo Power(Syncopated Soul)

As i was way in the back i noticed that

Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats

Then i decided to slow down the tempo

To let you catch your breath so

Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of

Syncopated soul power

Got to have syncopated soul power

All you need is syncopated soul power

Yeah, gimme some soul power

Everybody needs soul power

I'm the pepa, much deffer

Half-stepper? no, i'm never

World renowned as a vocalist

When salt is not around i'm a soloist

Puttin' pep in your step seriously

Conquest is the best lyrically

The mic is a component i use on my opponents

Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it?

Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower

And full of soul power

All i got is sycopated soul power

All you need is sycopated soul power

Cold kickin' soul power

Steady kickin' soul power

Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute

I'm gonna tell you what to do with it

Wave it like a flag, dirty rag

Keep 'em there till they get jet lag

Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on

If salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong

Meet the mix empress, spinderella, head on

And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song

Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies

If i ain't done rappin' yo, spin, keep cuttin'

Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now

We on a roll with syncopated soul power

Got to have syncopated soul power

All you need is syncopated soul power

Soul power, soul power

Soul power, soul power...


10.Spinderella's Not A Fella(But A Girl Dj)

When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up
She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up
When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up
You might think it is but...

Chorus
Spinderella's not a fella - what you say?
Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok
Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj

? spins you won't get
And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental
Nice on a slice, swift on a mix
Those who dis will then be dismissed
Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her
If you can't put up then shut the hell up
All you mixmasters and cutmasters
True grandmasters even jammasters
Listen to what i'm sayin' on the mic
She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke
So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive
Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke
With the microphone you're toast
Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost
Check the style plus the swiftness
Don't take my word for it, you be the witness
No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth
The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug
No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin'
Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? she's just wouldn't
Make believe what she can do indeed
You're dealing with the queen of speed
Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed
Now then, you know what i mean...

Chorus

She's the inch long on the mixboard
Put your tape on pause and press record
Never does the same cut twice in one night
She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice
Grip the turntable and flip the record over
Heat up the party like a supernova
Because it's a girl don't mean jack
If jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped
Wanna know her name and why she came?
Not to cause trouble but to entertain
I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella
The mix empress...spinderella!

Yeah, that's her title
The god of speed is her dj idol
Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac
Only when the scene's packed will she react to
Anyone who dares to compare
The comp will be too much too bear
But this chick is big on tricks
With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt
Second, she's flexin' and checkin'
The level of the power meter will not be less than
Ten degrees, her sound won't distort
Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport
When the turntable speaks, take your advice
My homegirl is nicer than nice
She's a ?, a slave to the rhythm
If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em
More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal
If the mix is mangled she'll untangle
It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit?
The way she can switch from groove to groove

Chorus

Cuts are made to be played not fade
Spin won't behave if she ain't paid
To get down, no let down
Put your bets down and just check how
She moves with the grace of a cat being pat
The wax hits hard as a bat
Automated just like automation
Imitation causes irritation
You owe it to yourself to see her
Go backstage and meet her
Get her autograph, take a photograph
I know that's too much to ask
Word, but don't give up hope
Spinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dope

Chorus


11.Twist And Shout

Yo, salt, your mic

Yo, pepa, your mic

Yo, spin, you hype

We're def, you're right

The bass shakin', dancin' all night

Booties shakin' from left to right

Salt and pepa rockin' the mic

So that you might

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

You gotta twist and shout (twist and shout)

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

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

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

You know you look so good (look so good)

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

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

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

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

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

Tight like a vice grip squeezin' all over me

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

The other boy, do what the record say

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

You make me twist and shout (twist and shout)

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

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

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

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really got me going now (got me going)

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

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

A sexy girl might ease that antedote to poison

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

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

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

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

Down like the rain and the thunderstorm hard and strong

Boy, come on, don't wait too long

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

Twist and shout (twist and shout)

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

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

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

You know you look so good (look so good)

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

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

Oooo, (ah) get higher, baby

(ah) higher, baby

(ah) oooo, get higher, baby

(ow) yeah, now break it down

One good twist deserves a better one, a deffer one

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

Do it again, babe, for the hit parade

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

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

You lost control, go hit the floor

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

Come on, twist and shout (twist and shout)

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

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

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

You know you look so good (look so good)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(ad lib / fade)