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from Space Jam (스페이스 잼) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1996)
How do I love thee? let me count the ways...
Infinity to infinity plus two days I prays for my sanity to remain sane All in vain and I don't even know your name Supreme you reign, sire, your fine-ness Desire burn like fire I admire How you take me higher with them triceps Cuts got me nuts, trippin' off them biceps So what's the 411, hon? you got the fade The brothas crave, I praise God you was made Bring the drama to mama, let it rain Show you right, take it in stride as we ride lovers lane You left a stain on my brain, love Yeah, the kind of brotha other girls can only dream of Did ya lead the pack? needle in a haystack Diamond in the rough, yeah can't get enough Chorus Upside down, boy, you turn me Inside out, round and round Upside down, boy, you turn me Inside out, round and round and round Me and my peeps be clockin' the block for your jeep Keep checkin' for ya, we can't sleep runnin' the streets You freakin' me ? ? ? in the marriage Here come salty with the baby carriage So tell me what does it take for you to recognize Fate's sendin' you my way? I'm destiny's highway The kissin' got me dissin', them other heads has barely got a clue And you know how we do, yeah You give me a run for my money and break a sweat Playin' hard-to-get, give up the paycheck I'm comin' for you, I'm comin' through With the force of ten men, I wanna be no friend As I perceive a need to please ya I wanna squeeze ya and wanna tease ya, ease ya mind on wine And relaxed, turn your hat to the back cuz I'm here, oh yeah Chorus What's goin' on? I'm buggin' all of a sudden Thought I was into (shhh...), losin' my grip 'bout to flip, nah, they can't see me slip They had me quick up in a tabloid clip like this Big time headlines: pep losin' her mind Straight up, no diggity, use a dime Got my life all changed, rearranged like I'm derranged Baby, baby, you make me crazy Chorus |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
R U ready?
Pum, pump, let me see you jump Shake your rump, push it real good Break it down with the funk One love, like the LP say, right, right Music makes us high, but you've been given shade 'Cause I stay paid, sippin' lemonade Don't be mad 'cause I got it made Diva-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass Look me up and down when I pass Vibin' with your girlfriends Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends Like no other butter, Smooth like cream, I keep in milky When I move on the scene Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell? Never fell, black queens doing it well We be the crew that you wanna step to Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds? My mic sound nice Check one, check 2, everybody make way Party people coming through Throw your hands up, put 'em up Bounce, hold steady, are you ready? We make you burn with the hot track Spin and scratch the hot wax So I could grab the microphone and climax Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof Who got the juice now? Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper Show stopper like Frankie Crocker Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through You know how we do, stay on point like a needle Who are you to judge like Ito? Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello I'm about to make the whole world bounce Make it freaky 'til you're drippin' Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin' On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it B.L.A.Q the bomb Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya Daddy came to freak it down And work ya, what time is it? P to the B to the P to the A Lay my game down precise like every day Display many styles for years I've been here Iced out sex appeal I put your lights out Pull your mics out, we rock the party Freak your body, no need for a shottie I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight All heads turn when I snatch the mic Send the party into orbit Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it Ain't nothing, party over here What you doing on the other side? We came here to get live, take a ride With the S and the P, hey, pep mc Shine every time just like the Lex be You wanna test me, don't floss We got the flow tha'll break you off Decent, leave you locked like the precinct How we get down worldwide Everybody know about the sound Let it pound in your system one time All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Intro:
Ooh, yeah, SNP livin' the good life Can you pace platinum and gold Lexus, drop top, gold Big houses, crazy dough Mad lucci, crazy Gucci Knowin' Lawton Let's get it on I'm livin' a good life No more showin' inside, ooh I'm livin' a good life I'm livin' the good life A good life, a new life [Repeat] Deidra "Spinderella" Roper: Crispy currency is my smell And the body's packed well Can't you tell, Spinderella got new clientele Well I'm livin' swell, or should I say swollen I eats gourmet, and it slides easy through my throat And when I'm rollin', cruisin' in whatever car that I be usin' Passin', knowin' who's Always winnin' and never losin' now (Who rocks the best) Yo, it doesn't matter, cuz I live a little phatter No concern about the chit-chatter Once I heard the pitter-patter, I had to blow so You know what happened, reach and grab for all the dough, yeah Livin' good like a Nubian Queen should Just put it on the bill cuz it's all good Chorus: Good life, whoa whoa (I'm livin' the life, oh yeah, yeah) I'm livin' the good life No more wastin' my time It's the good life, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) I'm livin' the good life (I'm livin' the life) Yes, I made up my mind (Made up my mind, yeah, yeah) Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Credit to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched I want a big Blue Hawaii and easy on the liquor part Plus an entree, forget about the buffet Don't feel like walking, these dogs are barking Spend all of day shopping and I stopping to relax My credit cards are maxxed and I wonder what's the tax On 60K, call my accountant cuz I want to know today But Lou that never played 'em in the black, baby Schedule bounce is a moonlight cream like Columbia to Texas Chorus Cheryl "Salt" James: He runs smooth, ooh, I'm in a groove Movin' in my land cruise cuz my Lexus caught a flat So had to take it back Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards I work hard, and now I'm livin' large, caviar, fast cars Living lavishly, this has to be a dream Then again I think not, I bust my ass to get the cream-team My royalties exceed, brought me on my knees, please Anything I want, anytime, anywhere I be I know my C's will keep a-reelin' if I feel like skippin' town No need to hang around another place we're pavin' out We're climbing stars, we're gettin' into cars And mixed drinks and live on bars Chauffeur, once around the lot, Rodeo Drive is where I shop Chorus (2x) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Cuz I need a man
S'alright, yeah, oh Deidra "Spinderella" Roper: Hold up, wait, let me get this straight You want your cake and eat it Brother, you can beat it, uh Unless you're willing to drown me in passion Romance the cat, better make it last (Forever) Ain't lookin' for no quickies Brothers be like Tricky Tryin' to get me, hit me, and run, but me I'm picky I like it sentimental Stimulate the mentals, I I like a gentle man, with a gentle hand I want the baby carriage And the marriage and the whole thing Diamond ring, treat you like a king I'll be your queen bee Better keep it real with me Or the be the ex-man, I'm with the next man Chorus: If you're lookin' for do you right Hold me tight lover I'll do anything you want me to do I need you to do me right Hold me tight, brother Baby, all I've got is all for you Sandra "Pepa" Denton: You call yourself the best When you put hickeys on my chest Nevertheless, I'm not impressed, I want the rest I'm talkin' 'bout the quan baby, the vagabond I got it goin' on, that's right, that's how I see it So what you got the cheese Brother, I'm not pleased Want the striptease (Take it to another level, uh) You'll be a homely lover, friend, sexy pushin' my Benz Dividends stacked, you got it By the way, don't bother me Unless you are attracted to the God in me Pardon me to talk to, borish Shit is tired, and you'll be fired If you can't have one, can't have none son Chorus Call on me (Call on me) When you need me (When you need me) I need a man (I'll be your man) That can please me (Oh yeah) In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) Hold me tight (Hold you tight) I'll do it right, if ya, bring me right Cheryl "Salt" James: You put me onto the next level Fool don't be trippin' Your whip-appeal hit me in my heart, skippin' Your ways got me singing your praise with the next phase I count the days, you're so amazin', I'm cravin' your skills My temperature's blazin', show me how it feels, uh-huh I'm savin', my secret sauce for the course (That's right) You gotta hit me off with that God kinda love That work it out through the hard times kinda love You know how I broke it In the Lexus, the Benz coupe Yesterday, I should never leave you or deceive you Uh-huh, I wanna please you Chorus (4x) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Mad Lion:
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them Born for prime star They are my friend, or they are my enemy So you call them frienemy, understand me We don't have no time for playin' so you know what Yeah, scream out Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do You 'bout to say to yourself, what what Say one, then some The paper, can't understand, uh One degree says, she can't understand Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everone thought Bought the Mr. Lover some Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Queen, honey bee wannabes They want to be in front of me But it ain't no run in me That's word to my son and me Now you wanna be family cuz you see the Grammies (Yeah) Playin' me close, ask me where's my man, how's my man Sandy be damned be, I keeps the cheese handy Got the trap for you rats come strapped with the gammy Jealousy be swellin' me, word So I had to charge 'em at will And leave a bill, like Bellamy What are you tellin' me Don't let me catch a felony People trip out, bring out the hell in me But I stay paid in full, faithful, and always grateful Stay on guard, praise God, pity the hateful Mad Lion: Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey Why you gotta be like that, uh Only one-ninety people stepped back, uh Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Friends to the end for the ends did ya favors Damn, why you wanna stick me for my papers Cheryl "Salt" James: Would have gave you the world now you can't catch a crumb How you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up Wanna be down with my business, we meet up Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up Playin' like a summer may stain by far Got mad I had the juice so you tried to take the jar I feel for you, yes, I do No fame, no crew, now what you gon' do, Boo He say, she say, we say, why say The fly-ways my way The try fray, hit the highway Mad Lion: Say one, then some The paper, can't understand, uh One degree says, she can't understand Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everone thought Bought the Mr. Lover some Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey Queen Latifah: You smile in my face but all the while you wanna take my place Put it on a paper chase and you can't keep my pace You're jealous cuz I'm this shit and you ain't Far as I'm concerned, I don't know you from a can of paint (Hey yo, who you) No time to worry about who likes me, who didn't invite me Behind my back callin' me shysty, that don't excite me Backstabbers keepin' that he said, she said runnin' Always in my business, I leave when I see you comin' (Yo, I'm out) See you got the game twisted, I could care less My house is bought and paid for, your rent's due, you're stressed Nevertheless, you wanna keep some drama on blast But I don't worry cuz I'm quick to come and check that ass Mad Lion: They're spine behind your face But meantime, they wanna take your place Those back-stabbers, hey, back-stabbers Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James: Check it, everybody sees you as preemy and teeny You see me in 3-D, and need me like a genie All your wishes are washed up like lock up We need to write a book called Shit That Botched Up One thing that Sandi can't understand The all the world jet but see a plentiful of hands So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em Get 'em hot, and bake 'em, run to miss 'em, I may say Chase me cuz I don't chase them, chill, in fact Like friends we are family with a bill attatched Pep's that green-eyed monster, make them ill and that Well if envy ever tempt me, Salt steer me back Mad Lion: Said why you gotta be like that, uh We make your money, bought you watch and my stacks, uh I know you wanna play the games we play Only man, finds his car fade away, hey Never never, never should you get paper Think you better, better, get up, get up this place Some new, shit, on my tounge and lip Only one time, then, I will be done with it, go Some will get with it, some will get wrecked with it Some will host and they claim, that they say, we did You faced it and if you why, sack and I messed with His name was ah-uh-huh-uh-huh, forget this shit Mad Lion is sick No bed could get up in this re-lyrical Full of new time threat, hey I got my rhymes and the national anthem Got more rhymes than either Oleen or Tonet Got more rhymes than they made us sweat Of a nigga, of a crooked waitin' for the damn check, uh But let's not forget the, back-biters is the name of this set, uh All the people, and we know you bite mine Soldier people shall shine Yo' come in the next track, up this |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Intro:
Say, say (Ooh) Say, ooh Say, say (Ooh) Say, ooh Salt: |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Chorus:
Imagine if we could live |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
You and I together forever baby
Chorus: I've been knockin' knockin' Knockin' at the door Open up and let me on in I wanna be more than friends Woo woo, woo woo woo Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Check you, Mr. Slick, who you tryin' to trick See a sign sayin' pick, wanna play me for a quick stick With the next chick telling me you working late When my girls already saw you on a date Whoopty-whoop, black, the hell with that, can't get me back Bread's on the menu, pictures of the chick you had Now you wanna flex to impress with the Lexus Diamonds and negators, uh, I'll check you later There's more comin' attractions in the movie theater I turn you down with the fader, don't be a player-hater Cuz you know what I'm workin' with son The same damn thing that had you shook, trickin' from day one Feelin' the pimp now, pockets lookin' slim now I'm want mad shit, it's sh-sh-shoopin' like, hmmm, with him now No doubt, yeah, cuz I love the way he work it out And he showed me things you don't even know about Chorus (2x) Cheryl "Salt" James: Always and forever, I remember when you sang it to me I feel you sleezin' me, sleepin' with the enemy The lifestyle you was livin' was a mystery Don't say shit to me, cuz now you history Don't ask where you are, I wanna know how far I hear you trickin' on hookers at the bar You're makin' moves on the girl Ain't got a care in the world That's why I made you double up every time I twirled But the sex is not the best, don't expect me to take less So rest, and the next man come and bless The daisy, boy you crazy, don't play me Get over yourself baby, cuz you don't even faze me I'm known as Salt in the game with aim and no shame And I still have my fame to claim, ain't nothin' changed But the weather, and how to make the cheddar better And I'll never take you back, that's always and forever Day Ta Day: And those roses on the bed And you grabbed me and said Ooh, you got it, hmmm, you got it Remember I held you real tight And I rocked it all night I said, hmmm, I got it, hmmm, I got it (So) Let me in, (Let) let me in (My baby) Let me in, let me in (Ooh) Let me in, let me in (I'm on my hands and knees, girl) Let me in, somethin' 'bout the way I feel Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Oh my, how the table's turned, play with fire you get burned What goes around comes around, now your ass is hurt Reminiscin' how the Pepa was a real lover The type of girl that made you uh-uh-uh, over and over You talkin' like you want me back, but never brother You blew it, when I pulled your cover, however No need for me to stress the mess The mess caused in our love nest, nevertheless, yes Cheryl "Salt" James: Moving on, looking good, and I'm well-dressed The blessed achieve high self-esteem, fulfill my dream That's why I always get the cream cuz I got my child Who makes me smile, no time for the man who keeps it wild (That's right) I'm keepin' you on foul, you exiled, that's how it gotta be So cease cuz you ain't pleasin' me Salt-N-Pepa brand new, uh, for the nine-seven Sorry asses get to steppin' Chorus (2x) You and I together forever Chorus (Repeat 'til fade) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Yeah, heh heh
S-N-P, hmm, for you Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah Chorus: Boy toy, I love you so Temporary lover, never let you go I spend my money on you Boy toy, I love you so Never no stress, let's keep this flow I know you feel the same way, too Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Where you been all my life No diamonds on her fingers But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu No disrespect, for losin' sweats You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict Bet you shit is right, got my daisies Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh Now come and bathe me, wanna get high Take this helicopter ride From the westside down to the eastside Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress So rests, yes, my boy toy Chorus Cheryl "Salt" James: (Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh) With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right) I like 'em focused, 20-20 A man that needs little but gives plenty I'm never vexed givin' up no sex Unless I wanna release stress And get this shit up off my chest Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme Not insecure, for sure, not bored Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour Show me a lot of love in the club You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn Money earnin', more money, cash, checks But you ain't never met a girl like this yet Salt: |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
DJ Flex:
Uh, uh, Here we go, uh Ah yeah, DJ Flex with Salt and Pepa And we about to get brand new, ah-ha Ah yeah, uh, here we go, here we go, uh Here we go, here we go We about to give you a D.C. party New York style Wait a minute Cheryl "Salt" James: Got the brand new, uh, attitude, what Raw to the core, hardcore to your gut Notorious, just scandalous, can't handle this Black Miss, worth a twist America, here to remain, maintain Blowin' up, out the frame, we uppin' in the game Ten years on your knees, no mercy You wanna curse me, I'm the queen of controversy You're thirsty, wonderin' how I got the power Hour after hour, phat tracks as the money stacks Keep comin' back with the bomb, to the dawn Uh, I keeps it on without a break While others try to fake it, I make it She's gotta have it, see what I want I take it No rest with duress, I'm on a quest for fights (My mic sounds nice) Send a kiss without desire Chorus: No stoppin', no stoppin' No stoppin', let be no stoppin' No stoppin', no stoppin' No stoppin', let be no stoppin' Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James: You give me props in my presence, compliments I'm phattest Status got me high, but that should never matter Success, blessings, lessons, I got plenty Rough roads, I travel many Paid dues so I choose, I call you out, you owe me Made a way for you, don't play like you don't know me Can't end till I say when, now come again With the yes, yes, and then Check it, check it out, ladies say, ow To the beat yo, fellas gotta, ho You gotta earn my respect, break a sweat baby, work it Eliminate the job, turkey, or you can jerk it Take it to your face with taste and play on Billboard chart (Rap part), stay on Arrive with the mic, it's live and Memorex Promote safe sex, the best, one love, respect Chorus Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James: Once again I got the roughneckin' beats, funk sound Peace to my peeps, be strong, lock down Big up to everybody gettin' tons, gettin' funds Makin' runs, lookin' out for their sons Here we come, fly girls make your moves Gotta get the dollar-dollar bills so we livin' how we choose Brand new, forever reign, you know my name Cream always rises to the top and it don't stop Chorus Ain't no stoppin' us now We're on the move Ow, come on it, jump on it Ain't no stoppin' us now We're brand new We got a new attitude, yeah, yeah Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James: Yeah, see I be crankin' up my Kirk Franklin spirituals Believe I can fly, like the, I Believe in Miracles Must recognize the one up above Less gunshot, uh, more self-love Chorus (2x) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Uh, come on, uh
Come on, uh, yeah Uh, if ya want some, come and get some Chorus (2x): Well it's silly of you (To think that I) Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live) And if you think you're qualified (To speak on this) (Well that's illy of you) Just plain silly of you Sandra "Pepa" Denton: We be the queens from Queens, the original tag team We've been to all the places, that you only seen in your dreams I earned the dough, the record label, houses, the cars Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha Pray that we fade to black We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse But once again, lend me your ears countrymen Ever since, The Showstopper, boostin' up the dividends And, I thought you knew we had mass appeal Bustin' lyrics like steel, no matter who's keepin' it real From coast to coast, we rock the past to the future (Right) Now pass the mic, and me rock the way that I used to Who's hottest female to ever touch the apparatus Evidently it's the Pep, cuz Salty is the baddest I don't recommend that you test the untestable Hey, nowadays we try to keep it all respectable, word Chorus (2x) Blue Denim: That's right, y'all know me, it's Kimmy Cat from Queens Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick Pep to my left, right side big sis Hey, let me get them keys To the crib and Lexus, step to this And I know some cats livin' down in Texas S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list Who rocks the most Highpost, now from the gate They take me to my destiny Never get the best of me, you stressin' me Testin' me, like I'm-a take a dive I keep it live, and you ain't even qualified Chorus (2X) Sandra "Pepa" Denton: The headliners, big-timers, I've got the details Hold the press, do you detest rap's hottest females Big Pepa, hotstepper, take a dive, never No sleep, we never rest, the best keep gettin' better Cheryl "Salt" James: Salty that's me, sexy, don't envy Trendsetter, go-getter, Miss Originality Opposition dissin', our desire paid From the cradle to grave, I know the tricks of the trade Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Back in the days, at shows we used to hook 'em MC's we shook 'em And if you came with some beef Your man we took him Cheryl "Salt" James: Now who got the flow (The flow that I gotta go) Guy professionals Guy grip like the mic Like, ooh, I got testicles Blue Denim: I be the sugar showin', showin' Don Juan Pong Like the needle on a record when it plays a song You know my girls sold out, no doubt, every arena We stake the funky divas, shout out to all believers We paint the town, hang around clubs that we maxed And when we in the studio, Salt's waxin' the tracks Sandra "Pepa" Denton: A bunch of thoroughbreds Rockin' G's and Pro Keds And true blue, I thought you knew Official queens redheads (Salt and Pepa) Chorus (2x) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Chorus:
Hurry up and change your mind Don't let love make you blind Well now don't read this sign The clock is tickin' and you're out of time And you're out of time Man: |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Brand New (1997)
Kirk Franklin:
Let's have a little church up in here How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De With Sounds of Blackness Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh Well I got the real for ya One time for your holy mind Come on, hold on, yes Chorus: Hold on, don't let go (Rock on) My God and don't you know (Be strong) You got the power if you look deep inside (The flow y'all) Just let God be your light (Rock on) And He'll make it alright (Be strong) Don't let go, don't let go (Keep on, uh, yeah, keep it flowin' y'all) Deidra "Spinderella" Roper: You struggle through your days, workin' then you out If God ain't in charge, that's all it be about No doubt, oh yeah, listen to this here If he got my back then whom shall I fear Forgive, forget, the tears and the sorrow Keep your head up, because there's always tomorrow Put the Lord first, be strong, you can't go wrong Love is on the way if you just pray, and hold on Chorus Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Met jealous people, prayed (Tell it) I wouldn't make it But opportunity knocked (Ha), I had to take it Never fake it, cuz I be down with the King He's running everything (So I sing), like the family When you feel the pressure (Goin' on) and you stressed Your life is in a mess, this is just a test God is with you, so people be strong You can take the whole world on (Now keep it moving) Chorus Cheryl "Salt" James: I ain't trippin' over nothin' (That's right), I count my blessings Studyin' my words (Uh-huh), steady tryin' to learn my lesson (Yeah) There's madness in this world, check me out, I ain't stressin' (Word) Knowledge is the key, joy and peace, the essence (True that) Do unto others, don't disrespect your mothers Lend a helping hand to your sisters and your brothers Trust God, uh, that's all you gotta do He'll take care of you, now all praises due Sounds Of Blackness: All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight) To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky (You gotta keep your head up to the sky) Cheryl "Salt" James: So you wanna know why Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high I, uh, just get by Can't do me nothin' cuz God is on my side Sounds Of Blackness: All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight) To the Most High heed your prayer to the sky (You gotta keep your head up to the sky) Said you gotta keep your head I said you gotta keep your head up to the sky Oh, come on, have a little church with me Come on Chorus He brought me through some hard times, it was mad, rough (No doubt) I thought I couldn't handle it, uh, I had enough But all praises due to the Most High You kept me alive when I could have died (Come on) My God, I think I got to say, Halleluia You still loved me, when I never even knew ya Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song Sounds of Blackness, Salt and Pepa say, Peace y'all And hold on Chorus (3x) |
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from All That Dance - Scatman's World (2004)
Ah, push it
Ah, push it Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Get up on this! Ow Baby! Salt and pepas here! Now wait a minute, yall This dance aint for everybody Only the sexy people So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance Dance, I said! Salt and Pepas here, and were in effect Want you to push it, babe Coolin by day then at night working up a sewat Cmon girls, lets go show the guys that we know How to become number one in a hot party show Now push it Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, push it real good Ah, push it, push it good Ah, push it, p-push it real good Hey! Ow! Push it good! Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Oooh, baby, baby baby, baby Yo, yo, yo, yo baby-pop Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed Can't you here the musics pumpin hard like I wish you would? Now push it Push it good P, Push it real good Ah, push it Get up on this! Boy, you really got me going You got me so I don't know what I'm doing Ah, push it |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
Pepa...
Yes, Salt? Are the mics loud enough? Yes, Salt Shall we begin? Yes, Salt |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
I'm Salt here to resource so start steppin'
When me and my homegirl Pepa start pepperin' Try and dis the girls, try to stand tall shorty The girls got naughty - we went Top Forty Call in the troops, we're comin' out blazin' Ill if you will there ain't no savin' The queens have been ordained You can't play me boy, I'm no game It takes two to dance so c'mon let's tango Us on the mics and y'all on the dance floor It's a Salt and Pepa affair, yeah Never ever no static, beats will come out clear Title after title we take Rack 'em up we're gonna tally 'em And when we're done you're gonna need a valium To calm your nerves, after I bomb your nerves The quiet comes after the storm is heard And I'm stormin' long and strong, I can't go wrong Watch me get into this rap song Like a river I flow into the mic I'll blow Make sure it's on as Spinderella drops the beats so |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
[You want me to say it now?
C'mon, let's go!] All you cats in the back if you ain't wack If you're on the side flygirls and guys All the people in the middle when Spin drops the needle If there's moneymakers in the front, you know what I want I went to a party the other day around the way With my partner, her name P-E-P-A We were dressed to kill, ready and willin' to make a killin' Met Spinderella at the door, what was she doin' Salt? Chillin' We walked inside a man asked the three for ID When he found out who we was he said, "Go ahead girls, y'all can go in free The drinks are on the house, anything you want is yours" Then he gave us the keys to the V.I.P. doors I said... CHORUS "Hey, you, I like it like that!" Hey, you, I like it like this If I had a wish before I die I'd like to have it like this for the rest of my life Chillin' at the bar drinking Moet and caviar People pointin' at us cuz they know who we are Word had gotten around that S-N-P was in the place Now they gathered around to get a little taste "Yo, please, baby, please, I wanna hear you MC" Is what this guy and his friend had said to Pepa and me Although we tried to resist, but then I said, "Hey, what's the use? One song won't hurt, and besides, his friend is cute" Spindy got on a set, handed a mic to me and Pep Then we started to rhyme, and I'm sure you know the rest They said... CHORUS It feels good when people are on it, don't it? You know it does Being treated like a queen on any scene just like we was Call it juice, call it jocks, whatever it is I know it rocks Till you sweat me and expect me to like it a lot And say... CHORUS [Yo, what are you doin'? Put the beat back on C'mon, stop playin' around Hurb! Yeah, boy, you know...you know we need some (bass!) Yeah, it's chill now It's ok, now let it play so we can say...] CHORUS |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
As I was way in the back I noticed that
Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats Then I decided to slow down the tempo To let you catch your breath so Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of Syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Yeah, gimme some soul power Everybody needs soul power I'm the Pepa, much deffer Half-stepper? No, I'm never World renowned as a vocalist When Salt is not around I'm a soloist Puttin' pep in your step seriously Conquest is the best lyrically The mic is a component I use on my opponents Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it? Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower And full of soul power All I got is sycopated soul power All you need is sycopated soul power Cold kickin' soul power Steady kickin' soul power Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute I'm gonna tell you what to do with it Wave it like a flag, dirty rag Keep 'em there till they get jet lag Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on If Salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong Meet the mix empress, Spinderella, head on And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies If I ain't done rappin' yo, Spin, keep cuttin' Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now We on a roll with syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Soul power, soul power Soul power, soul power... |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
[Ow, shake it!
Yeah, oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby Yes, indeedy Funky (get down)] We was on a dancefloor shakin' our thing To a funky beat with a go-go swing Everyone was watching, they stared in shock Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock- In the place with a smile on my face Some got upset and then tried to base They called us nasty, said we danced dirty Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump I was all set not to jet but to jump Spin broke it up and asked not to break Said, "They don't understand the way you..." CHORUS Shake your thang, owww Do what you wanna do I can't tell you how to catch a groove It's your thang (It's your thing) Do what you wanna do I won't tell you who to sock it to Shake that thing, c'mon, y'all, shake it We could get loose, but we can't get naked It's not a crime, it's legal, we answered Look again - see? We're just dancin' Relax a bit, now ain't that better? I think it's time for you to get a... Partner, doe-see, gather in closely I wanna see the ones that mostly Front on a cutie, hope you're not fruity Do your duty and... CHORUS Come on, y'all, shake that thing You got to just show no shame I want you to shake that thing Come on, y'all, show no shame Shake your thang, yeah yeah Oh, you're lookin' sweet, baby Owww, I won't tell you how to catch a groove It's my thing, and I'll swing it the way that I feel With a little seduction and some sex appeal It's Friday night, and I just got paid I'm checking out the fella with the high-top fade Moving in closely, ready for the kill Steppin' on a dancefloor, think you're ill But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check I said, "We just met", "We can't do that yet" I'm not a pick-up (no), this ain't a stick up (boy) I'm not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up And just rock, baby-pop, don't stop Stick out your butt, and shake what you got CHORUS Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin' with go-go, baby It's my thing, and I shake it crazy Don't try and tell me how to party It's my dance, yup, and it's my body The shirt I wear may be low cut My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt Designer down from head to toe Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow Now please stop blushin', we're just dancing, dummy C'mon, we both know I don't want you for your money Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind I like this song, I like this beat I'll see you later, where shall we... CHORUS |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
You told me today that you quit your girlfriend
I'd be the next one to ease on in You promised me it would be just us two I'd be the only girl kissin' on you Now you got a girl, but you still want me Remember nothing in life is free If you want your cake and eat it too Come here, boy, let me show you what to do Why don't you just kiss me Hold it a long time Hold it, don't turn it loose now Hold it a little bit longer now Hold it, go, hold it, yeah Now ease up off me and get back You made me a deal, and you're gonna stick to it You shouldn't have promised if you wasn't gonna do it You saw me and ran in another direction I'll teach you to play with my affection I played mistress for too long Now your butt is mine plus your old girl's gone Gimme with your all, and don't try to front So don't act dumb, boy, you know what I want Come on now, give it here You never should have promised to me Give it here, don't say nothin' Just give it here, don't hold back now Give it here, go Yeah, the boy tried to flip on us, Pep Yeah, well put him in check! I've got ya now, and I ain't lettin' go Payday's now cuz I said so Forget about all the other girls cuz ya can't have none Cuz it's time to collect not a check but fun I want you to kiss me Hold it a long time Hold it, don't turn it loose now Hold it a little bit longer now Hold it, go, hold it, yeah Hold it, ow Now ease up off me and get back |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
Salt and Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like
The type of hype that's unbelievable to write Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end Once again, we're gonna let the party begin So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it out? You know it Salt, I'm ready to work it out Spinderella, are you ready to work it out? Cuz Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run Now let the drums run (good), the drums run So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run Yo, Salt... Whassup? Can we get some? They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug On the strength I swore there's no either/or MCs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war Some rappers got soul on the mic, right? (Right) But others be playin' it like they're all that And you know what'll happen if I don't like your style of rappin' Step on stage as soon as I'm on it Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system We kick a rhyme and claim another victim People 'round the world, I like to play to 'em In every club, arena, and stadium Inside the jam we're known as the party stars Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi Gras I couldn't do it though without the help from The melody that we call the rhythm Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh? Yeah, I been ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?) Aw, c'mon Pep, go ahead and bust one If the Pep you want, that's just what you'll get As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effect I see a crowd, I can't help but get hyped You gotta be, throw it on and recite A dope rhmye cuz I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill the noise Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run Let the drums run (yeah), now let 'em run Mess around and I'll bet you don't get none Is it over yet? Never, it gets better We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever A bassline is added for some soul Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n roll My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it You gotta better one, I'm sorry but I doubt it My partner's name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper You think you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope artist If lyrics mean you're smart, then I must be the smartest My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million seller Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take none A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one Assume the position, commence the dance session Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson Seatbelts fastened, let's have some fun Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna run Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done Let the drums run, no, the drums are done |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
Ok, y'all, this is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I touch it Do this smooth and easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax, MC's further back If you ain't with that I'm-a have to attack you with a bad rap That can smack the smile off your face Jack So don't start no crap Givin' a little bit of heart and soul As we do it to you in your earhole Huh, I ain't going out like a sucker And if you think so, boy, then pucker up And kiss the butt of this lyricist Blow on the mic and make a wish This groove is set to soothe and move you Party people now it's time to Get up, I think the sound will make you Get up, word up, I swear you got to Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Spinderella my DJ's a turntable trooper My partner Pepa she's a power booster Word to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya Don't take my word, I'll introduce her I don't need no introduction, I just bust in Grab a microphone and then start dustin' So-called lyricists can never deal with this Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if I was a mute, I'd still knock boots Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a flute To show you all on me you can't sleep on Spinderella, please drop some beats on This crowd, pump it up loud Gimme a scratch, ok now It's time for hell to be raised As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made Salt's at my side with a shotgun A little action? I just had some What can I say? The girl don't play Gonna skip town on Judgement Day So don't just sit there like a poo-putt stupid The record's called "Get Up", I think you better do it Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Get up, everybody get up Salty that's me flippin' on MCs I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, I'll be Def, dumb, dope, completely phenominal You didn't know? Yeah, right, come on now Oh, I'm supposed to believe E-M-C-E-E's Are glad Salt is makin' G's? Save that crap, I got my public to rap to Tried to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk For being disrespectful I grip the microphone like a pitbull terrier Yes, but I'm scarier, under a ton of rhymes I'll bury ya Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and sisters All in all over ten billion listeners Lend me your ear when you want to hear The hypest and ripest sound of the year Get up, everybody get up... |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up
She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up You might think it is but... Chorus Spinderella's not a fella - what you say? Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj ? spins you won't get And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental Nice on a slice, swift on a mix Those who dis will then be dismissed Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her If you can't put up then shut the hell up All you mixmasters and cutmasters True grandmasters even jammasters Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic She's hard as a man, too sexy for a dyke So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke With the microphone you're toast Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost Check the style plus the swiftness Don't take my word for it, you be the witness No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin' Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? she's just wouldn't Make believe what she can do indeed You're dealing with the queen of speed Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed Now then, you know what I mean... Chorus She's the inch long on the mixboard Put your tape on pause and press record Never does the same cut twice in one night She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice Grip the turntable and flip the record over Heat up the party like a supernova Because it's a girl don't mean jack If jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped Wanna know her name and why she came? Not to cause trouble but to entertain I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella The mix empress...spinderella! Yeah, that's her title The God of speed is her dj idol Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac Only when the scene's packed will she react to Anyone who dares to compare The comp will be too much too bear But this chick is big on tricks With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt Second, she's flexin' and checkin' The level of the power meter will not be less than Ten degrees, her sound won't distort Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport When the turntable speaks, take your advice My homegirl is nicer than nice She's a ? , a slave to the rhythm If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal If the mix is mangled she'll untangle It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit? The way she can switch from groove to groove With no room to improve [yeah, I'm telling you] Chorus Cuts are made to be played not fade Spin won't behave if she ain't paid To get down, no let down Put your bets down and just check how She moves with the grace of a cat being pat The wax hits hard as a bat Automated just like automation Imitation causes irritation You owe it to yourself to see her Go backstage and meet her Get her autograph, take a photograph I know that's too much to ask Word, but don't give up hope Spinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dope Chorus |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
As I was way in the back I noticed that
Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats Then I decided to slow down the tempo To let you catch your breath so Just wait for the drumroll then you can feel the flow of Syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Yeah, gimme some soul power Everybody needs soul power I'm the Pepa, much deffer Half-stepper? No, I'm never World renowned as a vocalist When Salt is not around I'm a soloist Puttin' pep in your step seriously Conquest is the best lyrically The mic is a component I use on my opponents Only to flaunt it, it just sound good, don't it? Rhyme power, organic as a sunflower And full of soul power All I got is sycopated soul power All you need is sycopated soul power Cold kickin' soul power Steady kickin' soul power Now raise your hands and keep 'em there for a minute I'm gonna tell you what to do with it Wave it like a flag, dirty rag Keep 'em there till they get jet lag Pepa's on the mic, and the mic is on If Salt's at my side, nothing can go wrong Meet the mix empress, Spinderella, head on And that, my friend, is the meaning of a rap song Keep your shirt on, don't lose the buddies If I ain't done rappin' yo, Spin, keep cuttin' Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now We on a roll with syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Soul power, soul power Soul power, soul power... |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
Yo, Salt, your mic
Yo, Pepa, your mic Yo, Spin, you hype We're def, you're right The bass shakin', dancin' all night Booties shakin' from left to right Salt and Pepa rockin' the mic So that you might Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) You gotta twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now, boy (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Oooo, hey baby, listen, I think they're playin' our song What up? You gonna get up? Well shut up and come on I wanna feel your body close to me, lovin' and holdin' me Tight like a vice grip squeezin' all over me Yeah, that's the way, hey, don't get carried away The other boy, do what the record say And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) You make me twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Work it, work it on out (Work it on out) Work that bootie on out now, baby, ha (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Yeah, gimme gimme gimme all you got boyfriend, you should be enjoyin' A sexy girl might ease that antedote to poison Boys in the jam ask me to dance, but I say no chance I want a man who's advanced in the art of dance So when we get on a floor, he can take me on a tour And we can do it till the fluid or sweat starts to pour Down like the rain and the thunderstorm hard and strong Boy, come on, don't wait too long You better shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Twist and shout (Twist and shout) C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Yeah, work it on out now, boyfriend (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now with that stuff (Got me going) Like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Oooo, (Ah) get higher, baby (Ah) Higher, baby (Ah) Oooo, get higher, baby (Ow) Yeah, now break it down One good twist deserves a better one, a deffer one We're Salt and Pepa, together we'll have lots of fun Do it again, babe, for the hit parade Cuz Spinderella does a hell of a job keepin' the record playin' Shout like ya just sold your soul to rock 'n roll You lost control, go hit the floor And shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Come on, twist and shout (Twist and shout) Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, baby, now (Come on, baby) Go ahead, and work it on out (Work it on out) Oooo, work it on out now, baby (Work it on out now) You know you look so good (Look so good) You really got me going now, boy (Got me going) Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would) Shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Come on, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Shake, shake, shake, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) Why don't you shake it up, baby, now? (Shake it up, baby) Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up, baby) (Ad lib / fade) |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa (2005)
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 darndest 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 and 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 supurb, 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 silhoutte Yes, solo this woman, rhymes so informing Would only be inevitable until morining 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' and what you hope A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope ??? living hyper than hype Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type" Get away from my dj 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 defest gettin' deffer 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 and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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] |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
You got to start me up
Start me up Start me up Come down the S to the A L T Come down the Luv to the B U G Come down the Spin to the D A Rella Come down S T double E the E in the V Come down the P to the E P A Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know? Come down to the Record Lord Come down... [Wait a minute y'all wait a minute Let's get serious for a minute Y'all havin' fun, I'm havin' fun Everybody havin' fun But you know those times when you get stressed out?] Everybody has a time in their life When things doesn't always go right It just gets harder every day And it makes you wanna run away And then I wonder where it will end Can I ever be myself again? Yo, I got hopes, and I got trust And I got you here to start me up But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Now why you lettin' them get you down? Pushin' you around until now? What's it gonna take till you realize? When you gonna open up your eyes? And how come you don't ever kiss me Or even say how much you miss me? But I got you and we got us Together we can start it up I'm fed up (fed up), word up (dead up) Got to keep my head up, don't stop or let up You're sleepin' later, time to get your bed made up Always on the loose until your dude get paid up Paid up, wait up, I'm knockin', and I'm puffin' Watch television all day doin' nothing Pushing in your liver, looks like you're ready to deliver Yo, Salt, I think it's a caesar CHORUS Well-a, well-a, w-h-h-hell-a You're caught in the rain, but you forgot your umbrella Oooo, what could you do punch-a-nella, punch-a-nella? You're trapped in a cage like an ape called Magilla And now you're ready to throw in the towel, that's kinda foul You don't give a hoot like a mute owl That's not the way I know you to be You used to be true to me, oooo-whee, what you used to do to me Shows that you got a lot to offer So brother just get offa your butt because it's gonna cost ya It rips me apart to see you like this Me and you might just be able to fight this so baby Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Yo, wait a minute (what up?), yo, you gotta wait a minute You didn't think that you would hear the "yo" Without the Turner Brother's in it? Huh, I pull the rank like a luitenent So when I said start me up, girl, I meant it You better set (set), set it off lady The brothers from Haiti ??? Serious, we get big, busy, and delirious Say Pep, hit me off with the lyrics Pepa ade donet So people come follow Now easy dibe gal Ca me a big mama Topin at the period An passin' ponda coma So poom poom breat Sav de drumma fe ya fadda Cos me ruff Ruff 'n tuff 'n Rugged 'n stuff Me might roll upa blunt 'N tek a lickle(wah) Lick shot 'n' all A uno will drop(wah) See my crutches never fail me But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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] |
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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
[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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from Salt-N-Pepa - Very Necessary (2004)
You got to start me up
Start me up Start me up Come down the S to the A L T Come down the Luv to the B U G Come down the Spin to the D A Rella Come down S T double E the E in the V Come down the P to the E P A Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know? Come down to the Record Lord Come down... [Wait a minute y'all wait a minute Let's get serious for a minute Y'all havin' fun, I'm havin' fun Everybody havin' fun But you know those times when you get stressed out?] Everybody has a time in their life When things doesn't always go right It just gets harder every day And it makes you wanna run away And then I wonder where it will end Can I ever be myself again? Yo, I got hopes, and I got trust And I got you here to start me up But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Now why you lettin' them get you down? Pushin' you around until now? What's it gonna take till you realize? When you gonna open up your eyes? And how come you don't ever kiss me Or even say how much you miss me? But I got you and we got us Together we can start it up I'm fed up (fed up), word up (dead up) Got to keep my head up, don't stop or let up You're sleepin' later, time to get your bed made up Always on the loose until your dude get paid up Paid up, wait up, I'm knockin', and I'm puffin' Watch television all day doin' nothing Pushing in your liver, looks like you're ready to deliver Yo, Salt, I think it's a caesar CHORUS Well-a, well-a, w-h-h-hell-a You're caught in the rain, but you forgot your umbrella Oooo, what could you do punch-a-nella, punch-a-nella? You're trapped in a cage like an ape called Magilla And now you're ready to throw in the towel, that's kinda foul You don't give a hoot like a mute owl That's not the way I know you to be You used to be true to me, oooo-whee, what you used to do to me Shows that you got a lot to offer So brother just get offa your butt because it's gonna cost ya It rips me apart to see you like this Me and you might just be able to fight this so baby Start me up, you got to start me up Start me up, you got to start me up Yo, wait a minute (what up?), yo, you gotta wait a minute You didn't think that you would hear the "yo" Without the Turner Brother's in it? Huh, I pull the rank like a luitenent So when I said start me up, girl, I meant it You better set (set), set it off lady The brothers from Haiti ??? Serious, we get big, busy, and delirious Say Pep, hit me off with the lyrics Pepa ade donet So people come follow Now easy dibe gal Ca me a big mama Topin at the period An passin' ponda coma So poom poom breat Sav de drumma fe ya fadda Cos me ruff Ruff 'n tuff 'n Rugged 'n stuff Me might roll upa blunt 'N tek a lickle(wah) Lick shot 'n' all A uno will drop(wah) See my crutches never fail me But it's been so long that I thought I lost you And I felt my life was goin' nowhere without you I feel so strong because I have you Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to CHORUS |
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