Hey a forward the music selector



We get tougher aye (????)



Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics



With the serious lyrics right?







It's all right







We gonna take it to the top



We're gonna make your body rock



And we got we got we got gotta make it hot



So come get on hop on the dance floor



If you want to declare war it's all right







It's all right







Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight



Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic



Hurby the producer ain't no joke



He always makes sure the beats are dope



When I explore I take you down to the core



Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw



For torturing and murdering MCs



Who try to recreate def rhymes like these



On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)



Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a



Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa



We smash MCs with one big stepper



Here to rule, MCs I school



The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool



That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains



And my full name is Cheryl James - all right







It's all right







It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse



I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst



I sucker all suckers by selling a dream