Oooh, baby, I like the sound when
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The switch is on, and you start poundin'
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Out my radio and pretty soon
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Salt and Pepa will boom into the room
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Clap your hands now people, clap hard
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Clap your hands now people, clap your hands
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Clap your hands now people, stomp your feet
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Clap your hands now people, clap with me
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Listen hard and tell me what you hear
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Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?
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You said you want one, and now you got some
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Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum
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First the mix empress to impress you
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Cutting right on time and I'll bet you
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Didn't know it (did you?), you can't believe it (could you?)
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Word to life, I swear, we wouldn't kid you
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And she can cut it up like a wild animal
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Slicing and dicing away as a cannibal does
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Cuz only a beauty can make you people clap with me
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Who is the best?
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We are the best!
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Who's one of the best?
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You're one of the best!
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Why am I so def? Why don't I have flaws?
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Why do I cut for Salt and Pepa? Because
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When my turntable talks your body will listen
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To a message ?? tested and kickin'
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Out of my speakers and into your sneakers
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Providing conversation for the woofers and tweeters
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When I play the Technics obey
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Cuz I'm a fader translator, a mixboard slave
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And I'm-a do like this on 'em...this on 'em
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When I'm on the floor, beat is like romance
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The rhythm makes love to me as I dance
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And from what I see it's about to be
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A relationship between beauty and the beat
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Word up y'all, it's a royal ball
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Turn hip-hop clubs into concert halls
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Inside is live, if I use up highs
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Twelve hundred ??
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Power in high drive, the woofers don't lie
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Opposites attract so the birthrate's high
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Your chest and ribcage the bass is poking at
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(Lower the what?) Stop joking...
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We can't do that it possess power
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You ask how-a people get louder
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(Uh, step aside, sir....
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Sir, will you please step aside for the....)
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Salt and Pepa MC's represent beauty
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We want y'all to see why we're the only
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Nominee nominated representing our race
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This jam is dedicated to all the pretty faces
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And we're gonna rock like you like
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Spinderella on the mix, Salt and Pepa on the mike
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And we can satisfy your desire
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We can make your body perspire
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Make the men all want to get with it
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Then take 'em down to the ultimate
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Sounds and I say: Spinderella's not a fella
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But a girl DJ!
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Beauty And The Beat
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| Salt 'N' Pepa |
