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Artist: Salt N Pepa Submitted by Annie. Google Salt N PepaViewed 109 times.
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Solo Power (Lets Get Paid)
But in the meantime, I like to have sound check
One-two's what I say as the record gets played For a little bit to make sure it stays on track The wax can't be scratched unless Spin is there So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme The vocalist on the mic is me
I'm the short and sexy one in effect About to bring it to you straight up, wait up You ready? Huh, it's time to pay up The capital S gonna spot I'm here to wreck shop [Salt, where's Pepa?] Yo, she's at the next stop So all aboard, grab a seat and get set Spinderella, start it up, now let's check Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I'm still the best I'm holdin' down camp keepin' punks in check So snap out of it, me the soloist for what? Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts Let's get paid, get paid
Yeah, comin' in and goin' in, growin' in and throwin' in We got the flavor, and everyday we're showin' it So just stay back cuz Salt ain't takin' no fronts Cuz I'm dope, I look good, and I'm paid to be blunt Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens You think it's def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight The name Salt and Pepa, the year '88 Let's get paid, get paid
Doin' the chores on behalf of my partner Like money in the bank so thanks, now I'm a spark of the ashes Strike the match, light the fuse Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues To the petty I'm like a machete making confetti Cuz you don't see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain't ready You want a piece of what the Salt releases? Take a chunk, punk, and now you're leaving in pieces
Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova Before you thought, think again, you won't get over With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic Cuz I'm hoggin' it, Holmes start loggin' it They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin' it Shakin' and bakin' the mic just like a chef I'll rock this beat until there ain't none left Let's get paid, get paid Let's get paid, get paid
If I run out of breath, I take a pause If Pepa's on stage I say "Go for yours" But if she ain't then this mic I'm minin' I say "Spin, drop it" and keep rhymin' When Pepa comes back she'll say "Salt, chill" Grab the mic, and go for the kill But you're lucky cuz she ain't back yet Relax, men, you're a nervous wreck Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin' You look scared, stiff as a manequin But still you're back again to see me rap again Spin, cut the final hit, let's just pack 'em in Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, they know I still love 'em If they can't stand the heat well then chuck 'em Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya Let's get paid, get paid Let's get paid, get paid
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