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