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Salt N Pepa
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| Solo Power (Let S Get Paid)
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Pep had to step, shell be back in a sec
But in the meantime, I like to have sound check
One-twos what I say as the record gets played
For a little bit to make sure it stays on track
The wax cant be scratched unless Spin is there
So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme
The vocalist on the mic is me
Im the short and sexy one in effect
About to bring it to you straight up, wait up
You ready? Huh, its time to pay up
The capital S gonna spot
Im here to wreck shop [Salt, wheres Pepa?]
Yo, shes at the next stop
So all aboard, grab a seat and get set
Spinderella, start it up, now lets check
Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, Im still the best
Im holdin down camp keepin punks in check
So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?
Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts
Lets get paid, get paid
Yeah, comin in and goin in, growin in and throwin in
We got the flavor, and everyday were showin it
So just stay back cuz Salt aint takin no fronts
Cuz Im dope, I look good, and Im paid to be blunt
Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens
You think its def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene
So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight
The name Salt and Pepa, the year 88
Lets get paid, get paid
Doin the chores on behalf of my partner
Like money in the bank so thanks, now Im a spark of the ashes
Strike the match, light the fuse
Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues
To the petty Im like a machete making confetti
Cuz you dont see Pepa, punk, step up, you still aint ready
You want a piece of what the Salt releases?
Take a chunk, punk, and now youre leaving in pieces
Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova
Before you thought, think again, you wont get over
With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief
Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic
Cuz Im hoggin it, Holmes start loggin it
They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin it
Shakin and bakin the mic just like a chef
Ill rock this beat until there aint none left
Lets get paid, get paid
Lets get paid, get paid
If I run out of breath, I take a pause
If Pepas on stage I say "Go for yours"
But if she aint then this mic Im minin
I say "Spin, drop it" and keep rhymin
When Pepa comes back shell say "Salt, chill"
Grab the mic, and go for the kill
But youre lucky cuz she aint back yet
Relax, men, youre a nervous wreck
Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin
You look scared, stiff as a manequin
But still youre back again to see me rap again
Spin, cut the final hit, lets just pack em in
Cuff em and stuff em, they know I still love em
If they cant stand the heat well then chuck em
Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya
Lets get paid, get paid
Lets get paid, get paid
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