Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Start The Party , by - Salt-N-Pepa. Release date: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Start The Party |
| Artist: Salt N Pepa |
| Album: Blacks' Magic |
| Song: Start the Party |
| I’m gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes |
| Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz I’m a lady of the eighties |
| It’s Friday night, I just got paid, my house is pumpin' |
| Or listenin' to my Hammer tape, while my sound system is dumpin' |
| Picked up my girl Salty, she was waitin' on the porch |
| I shared my fly, fly Mercedes, yo, lit the highway like a torch |
| On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1−9-D |
| He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E |
| The party started |
| Let’s get this party started |
| Let’s get this party started right |
| Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine |
| Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, «Yo, that one’s mine» |
| Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, «Hold my Benzy» |
| Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny |
| When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door |
| They yelled, «We love you Salt and Pepa!» |
| «Yes, we love y’all even more!» |
| Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella |
| I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella |
| Start the party, boy |
| Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P |
| So get out on the dancefloor, and don’t even rough with me |
| I ain’t goin' for it, I ain’t buyin' it so don’t even try me |
| Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy |
| Yeah, I don’t give a damn, Salty is who I am |
| And man, I’m gonna slam this jam, you understand? |
| Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means |
| The party started, let’s get retarded, now work them bluejeans |
| Rock the party, y’all |
| Yes, I told the people move, he made a move |
| To the stage and grabbed the mic |
| From these stank, sorry, frauds — Run D.M.C. |
| look-alikes |
| Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet |
| And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he won’t soon forget |
| Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme |
| I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds |
| The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin' hardcore-core |
| We left them wantin' more, and we headed out the door |
| We rocked the party |