Hey-a, forward the music selector
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We get tougher, aye (??)
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Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
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With the serious lyrics, right?
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It's all right
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We gonna take it to the top
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We're gonna make your body rock
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And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot
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So come, get on, hop on the dance floor
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If you want to declare war - it's all right
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It's all right
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Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
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Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic
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Hurby the producer ain't no joke
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He always makes sure the beats are dope
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When I explore I take you down to the core
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Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw
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For torturing and murdering MCs
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Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
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On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)
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Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
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Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
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We smash MCs with one big stepper
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Here to rule, MCs I school
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The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
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That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
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And my full name is Cheryl James - all right
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It's all right
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It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse
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I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst
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I sucker all suckers by selling a dream
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When I serve and strengthen any rap team
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We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax
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So tell your family and your friends
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That we're here to attack
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We prepare to win a battle at any cost
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Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right
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It's all right
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And when I rhyme a funky rhyme
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Till my throat is sore
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When I rhyme till you just can't take no more
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You disagree? Kill the noise
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Cuz you know I can
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Just place the microphone inside my hand
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And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics
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You gotta admit, you disagree?
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Ask your man - even he's on it
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Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode
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At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right
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It's all right
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Now when we came, we saw, we conquered
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Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad
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You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad
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Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass
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So don't mess around, don't make me laugh
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You gotta be jokin', you will get broken
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I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'
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Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind
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So you better notify your next of kin - all right
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It's all right
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Rip it again, right
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It's all right
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Rewind selector right
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It's Alright
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| Salt 'N' Pepa |
