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Salt N Pepa
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Intro:
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Salt: Yeah, whats up baby
Man: Oh, Im chillin
Salt: You know, you got me thinkin about you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I wanna see you, whats up
Man: Im ok, Im chillin
What we gon do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up to
Salt: No, Im just ridin
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Ridin, sexy, Im that golden child
Hot 97, New York-style
Got my head racin, thinking deep
Bout them biceps, oh yes, you look sweet
Incredible, like edible, the best
Bar-type, hard heart beatin in my chest
Yes, blessed with that hardcore passion
Fingertips on my hips, lips reactin
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I dont even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black and nappy
Come and get it, make it snappy
Chorus:
Cruisin, laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin to the bomb, whats goin on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew, and Ill go get my crew
Cruisin, laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin to the bomb, you got it goin on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, Im feelin it
Cheryl "Salt" James %26 Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Summertime in the city, Im pretty
Im hot, twelve-o-clock
Lampin in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see a show, call your peeps yo
Champagne smooth, cruise around the way
So baby what you say
Can you come out and play
Im ready at dawn, lets get it on
We can break away, to the break of dawn
Youre tryin to flex, no sex, wanna chill
A feeling that youre real
You feeling what I feel
Chorus
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Victoria Secret, Im jiggy down to my skins
Smellin good, pocket full of ends
I got you, you just come as you are
Gas tank full, I got a fast car
Up to par, the bubbly, some food
Your styles like smooth, put me in the mood
With your click, got my chicks, the pickins
Flew in from D.C., wanna see how we be livin
Whatevers clever, we be together
Show at the Apollo, make it last forever
Hit the supper club (Yo, can I get a hug)
Rub-a-dub at the Q, whats up with me and you
Chorus
Got it goin on
I wanna get with you
Cuz I feel it
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Yeah, when I hit your block I dial you on my cell phone
The Best of Isley Brothers, got me in another zone
Im all alone, cruisin, laid back
Feel the need for your presence
The essence of your manhood, Black
Just like that, uh, yeah
Man: Right here, baby
Salt: Right there, baby
Man: Oh, all right
Salt: Hmm
Man: You like that
Cheryl "Salt" James %26 Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
Cruisin, laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin to the bomb, whats goin on
Say ooh, I tell you what I do
You go get your crew and Ill go get my crew
Cruisin, laid back, drop top, next fling
Bangin to the bomb, you got it goin on
Say ooh, I gotta get with you
What you wanna do, Im feelin it
Whats up, what you wanna do, yeah, yeah
You got it goin on
Youve got me feeling you, oh yeah
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