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 a diamond And it keeps kickin' as long as we're rhymin' to it And it's addictive like smoking Word to the parents, see, I'm not jokin' You'll be a fiend only this type is harmless Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darnedest So don't fight it, don't fear it Just take your hands off yours and cheer it I gave you more than you ever expected And when I did that you gave me respect With your support we're reachin' new heights Salt-N-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 suburb, 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 that counts if you can't rock the mic I suggest you dis-mount 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 have been itchin' 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 maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap song First class status, I'm a blessed event God rocked the full-size for my silhouette Yes, solo this woman, rise all before me Would only be inevitable until morning Don't try to leave '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 bitten how it should be wrote People jammin' not standin', so what you hope A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope [Incomprehensible] 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 cut, for your but and it goes like this Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts 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 deafest gettin' deafer and ought to be kept Take a breath between rhymes we're best, 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-N-Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic © SONS OF K-OSS MUSIC INC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com