Are you ready?



Yo Hurb take it from the top



One two...







My mic sound nice check one



My mic sound nice check two



My mic sound nice check three







Are you ready to rock rock y'all



To the beat y'all?



A keep on and you don't stop



Rockin' on keep rockin' on







I'm the queen on the mic and it's true when I say



That the Pepa MC is here to stay



And you know if I was a book I would sell



'cause every curve on my body got a story to tell



Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up



'cause I'm so fly, nobody can deny



The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I



Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def



Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh



Yes, so tough you know it is a must



Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush







'cause I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on



I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on



Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn



Like a needle on a record when it plays a song



Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn



And you know I got to be on



MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last



Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'



Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies



It's just a little warning, a word to the wise



You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'



But on the bottom is where you're staying







You're wack, I thought you understood



You're not related to me so you could never be good



I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)



'cause you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)



You babble on the microphone about what you wish



But could never be



So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock



Don't brag about the things that you ain't got



Don't feed me lies 'cause now I'm full



My cow just died, I don't need your bull







Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit



One, two, one, two - all right, thanks







My mic sound nice, check one



My mic sound nice, check two



My mic sound nice, check three







Right about now as you can see in the place to be



We're not talking about geometry, history or biology



So Sandy D., explain this to me...



Why do they call you the Pepa MC?



You mean you don't know? That's a shame



Ok Salt, let me explain







I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished



Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish



I want to make one and all understand



I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand



The room temperature reaches a hundred and four



You can scramble eggs on the floor



The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar



Sweat will drip down to your drawers



The Pepa MC is like hot ice



And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice







Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest



You're blessed with one of America's best



So I think y'all better count your blessings



When Salt's in the house, hell's in session



It's a fact that I will wax



MCs out there are gonna get taxed



Rockin' to my funky beat



I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me



'cause this is the year all men fear



Female MCs is movin' up here



Salt and Pepa is strictly biz



You know the color of this, you know what time it is



"Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass



"Nature" describes our pretty face



Turning out without a doubt



Make no mistake, Queens is in the house



Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out