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