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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 histaticlly beat automatically Anything else can be a lack to me, G, see See, see what I'm sayin'? See the crowd swayin' to the phat joint playin' CHORUS |
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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... |
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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 [Yo, me and my man was with Pepa last night, yo...] Nigga, please 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... |
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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... |
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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 |
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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 Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm) When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure (Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you) 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 |
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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) |
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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 |
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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?] |
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Somebody's knockin' at my door [Yo, yo!] [Who is it?]
Somebody's ringin' my bell [Open the door!] [I'm comin'] Somebody's knockin' at my door [Let me in, please] [Damn!] Somebody's ringin' my bell [Come on, baby] 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 |
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[Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop]
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) |
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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. [knock on door] 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! |
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