We're on a mission Dissin' all of the opposition MCs, it's my butt you're kissin' Because I desire
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a career Others try to imitate but none has come near So you see why everybody stands up and cheer And if you really think about it you know what it means To be a female rapper from the heart of Queens And see others dream about being supreme But once on the scene we start killing kings People claim we're too wild to tame On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame And oh, so cool when we rap you need a sweater The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why - cuz I desire
DJs come and go just like the wind But mine is better than all of them She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut More lethal than a laser if you wanna play rough Not the object of a show, subject to cut ?? ?? tell you Spinderella's dope Call her Spin for short but she don't take ?? Wanna duel? You're a fool ?? Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas She's the mutilator, music carnivore Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw You're still amazed by the way she plays Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire
Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher From Queens, New York not Delaware I like my steak well-done cuz I hate it rare And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Bear Pepa from the Salt so do not rip Cuz if you do I'll shift from first to fifth Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were dead Short, fading went I went upside your head So get back to the beat cuz the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass gets much impact The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place cuz I desire
While you're on the set let the cameras roll Salt and Pepa are the stars, the world's the video Your room is boomin' when we're on your stereo So hold on tight, don't dare let go We're the teachers, you're the students - class is in session Pay attention boys and girls, and learn your lesson We're running things, yes, we're taking over You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack Not trying, succeeding cuz it's like that Hot damn, how could you be so doggone dumb? Trying to dis Salt and Pepa when we're number one? But we excuse you cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a daze Like every duck you're confused in so many ways Giving nothing, taking all whether big or small We got a ?? beat and it's dope, def y'all Every day of the week you're at my beck and call You wanna try me out? You don't have the gall cuz I desireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
