Very Necessary

Salt N Pepa Very Necessary歌詞
1.Big Shot

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


2.Break Of Dawn


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)


3.Groove Me

Got the phat groove on the reel...

(can you groove with me?)

Got the phat groove on the reel

Chorus

Groove me, i need you

To groove me, i need you

So put it here, baby, open your eyes

And let me groove you

Got the phat groove on the reel

So put it here, baby, open your eyes

And let me groove you

Got the phat groove...

Salt-n-pepa came back to the mic

It's not the end of the road

And like the boom in the bass about to explode

I got the rhymes to keep you goin' like petro

So everytime you see me on the mic

You know you just can't let go

So here we go again, sexy in a twin-pack

Straight from my eyes down to my back stacked

You're under my control

I got your heart and soul

Go down and take your time

I want you deep inside

So put it here, yeah, baby

Open your eyes and let me groove you

The music in my mic can move you

Like engine-engine number nine

I got the rump-shakin' flavor with the nasty rhyme

So if the crowd can move with me, move with me

Salt-n-pepa said groove with me, groove with me

Chorus

So put it here, baby

Open your eyes and let me groove you

Got the phat groove on the reel

So put it here, baby

Open your eyes and let me groove you

Got the phat groove on the reel

Chorus

Well i'm the p-e-p-a, pepa here to stay

And good when naughty so hip-hop hooray

I rock the mic like anita freak a love song

I must say, yes, it's been so long

But now i'm back, bustin' phat rhymes, and i'm here to stay

So you got to give it up like marv gaye

You're under my control

I got your heart and soul

Go down and take your time

I want you deep inside

Yes, yes, i'm swingin' my rhymes at full speed

To groove with the style cuz it's full breed

I bring it home like stephanie mills, and then i chill

Got the phat groove on the reel

So move with the tune, yeah, move with me

Salt-n-pepa said groove with me, groove with me

Chorus

Why don't you throw it to me now?

I mean now, yeah babe, right now

Let the bass boom-boom and pow-pow me

I like my music real loud and grimey

Slick and slimey, you may try me

But can't run no bullshit by me

Cuz wink and i, we flow to a ??? beat automatically

Anything else can be a ???, g, see

See, see what i'm sayin'?

See the crowd swayin' to the phat joint playin'

Chorus


4.Heaven Or Hell

Chorus

Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me

It can't do nothin' for me, even denzel washington couldn't find
any glory

In the overcrowded streets of the city

I know it's shitty, but i can do without the pity

(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects

But i wear my tim boots and hi-tecs, and i wrecks havoc

And if you try to play me i won't have it

Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud

Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd

A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass

Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls today don't wear no bras

Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars

Grandma carries a can of mace

And she'll stick a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man brett (yo, what up, brett?)

He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself

Get into somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huh, uh-huh)

A lot of my friends are sick and tired (sick of who?)

The police (word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em

Hopin' that they got one of 'em

It was a drug bust, but something's weird

(well, what's the matter, spinderella?)

The way half a million disappeared

Chorus

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Who gives a damn about me?

(huh?) me (what?), me, yeah, little old me

Me, myself, and i

Live or die, laugh or cry

I'm all that i got, pops, and that's a lot, hops

I'd rather rot in jail before i ho-hop

Go 'head, me, tell 'em

They may be hard of hearing

So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs

Now everybody's got guns

They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool

That buys a history book

Not me, i'll need a clock, not rock to my hits

And that two-fifth click to my tits

And playgirl's gonna rip, and i'm-a have to rip shit

Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta

In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama

She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer

Ask too many questions and my smith and wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her father's in jail

Sister's on the corner screamin', 'booty for sale'

Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle

Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful

See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead

Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the feds

(the only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)

And that's a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and
looney tunes

And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues

There's good news and bad news, military coups

A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools

I never lived in the slum, never shot a gun

But i'll use one, don't make me use one

Chorus

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Chorus (repeat/fade)


5.I've Got Aids(Psa)

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'
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.


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!


6.None Of Your Business

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...


7.No One Does It Better

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...


8.Sexy Noises Turn Me On

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?]


9.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
When i get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
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


10.Somebody's Gettin On My Nerves

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Show 'em what ya got

Show-show 'em what ya got

Show 'em what ya got

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show-show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got...

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(show-show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Now i've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype

Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic

So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get
beat down

Now salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know

I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row

So you better check my record, better yet, bum

My name is super for a record, check my platinum album

It's not meant for you to do

You even sound wack when you try to check the mic (one, two,
one, two)

But wait i'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes
tryin' to get new?

You don't work like the two to make hip-hop

So you can talk until your big, suckin' lips pop

The next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the
nose, ho

So there you go

You hear talk about pep around the way gettin' skeezed


You couldn't hump me if my first name was cooty cat

Your little jimmy can't even hold your zipper back

Why don't you tell the story right, man?

The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand

You rolled up on me in your man's beemer

And i could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin'
daydreamer

You put the window down tryin' to act real slick

And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks

You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold

Your forty-second street rolex was kinda old

I wrote a number, and i know you thought you'd get humped

But it was dial-a-date 1-900-chump

So why you runnin' around town playin' jeopardy?

Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and i'm wrecked to get
crazy

It never fails to amaze me

How people never miss a possip and just believe the gossip

Instead of finding out the truth of what's up

It's got my nostrils flairin'

I'd be a fool if i believe half of the dumb shit i be hearing

Cuz ev'rytime i meet a guy that's got it goin' on

One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong

If he's not drivin' a benz or beemer then he's bummy

Or he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of money

Now ask me why, i don't know why or well or what the hell

So breakin' up the code because i'm someone's ???

I've got enough problems of my own

To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show-show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

(show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(show-show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(show 'em what ya got) somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

(show 'em what ya got) give 'em what they deserve

(show 'em what ya got) give 'em what they deserve

(show 'em what ya got) give 'em what they deserve

(show-show 'em what ya got) give 'em what they deserve...


11.Somma Time Man


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


12.Step

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


13.Whatta Man

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