| 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 alright
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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 alright
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| It’s alright
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| Now it’s ruckus time in the place tonight
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| Salt and Pepa has just commandeered the mic
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| Herby 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, mascara 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, alright
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| It’s alright
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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 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 alright
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| It’s alright
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| And when I rhyme a funky rhyme 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 '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? |
| 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 alright
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| It’s alright
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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, alright
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| It’s alright
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| Rip it again, right, it’s alright
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| Rewind selector right |