Are you ready? Yo, Hurb, take it from the top One, two...
My mic sound nice, check one My mic sound nice, check two My mic sound nice, check three
Are you ready to rock-rock y'all To the beat y'all? A-keep on and you don't stop Rockin' on, keep rockin' on
I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say That the Pepa MC is here to stay And you know if I was a book I would sell Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh Yes, so tough you know it is a must Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush
Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn Like a needle on a record when it plays a song Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn And you know I got to be on MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin' Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies It's just a little warning, a word to the wise You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin' But on the bottom is where you're staying
You're wack, I thought you understood You're not related to me so you could never be good I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?) Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right) You babble on the microphone about what you wish But could never be So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock Don't brag about the things that you ain't got Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full My cow just died, I don't need your bull
Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit One, two, one, two - all right, thanks
My mic sound nice, check one My mic sound nice, check two My mic sound nice, check three
Right about now as you can see in the place to be We're not talking about geometry, history or biology So Sandy D., explain this to me... Why do they call you the Pepa MC? You mean you don't know? That's a shame Ok Salt, let me explain
I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish I wanna make one and all understand I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand The room temperature reaches a hundred and four You can scramble eggs on the floor The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar Sweat will drip down to your drawers The Pepa MC is like hot ice And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice
Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest You're blessed with one of America's best So I think y'all better count your blessings When Salt's in the house, hell's in session It's a fact that I will wax MCs out there are gonna get taxed Rockin' to my funky beat I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me Cuz this is the year all men fear Female MCs is movin' up here Salt and Pepa is strictly biz You know the color of this, you know what time it is "Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass "Nature" describes our pretty face Turning out without a doubt Make no mistake, Queens is in the house Yeah, check it out, ch-check it outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
