Salt and Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like



The type of hype that's unbelievable to write



Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end



Once again we're gonna let the party begin







So tell me Pepa are you ready to work it out?



You know it Salt I'm ready to work it out



Spinderella are you ready to work it out?



Cuz Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out







So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run



Now let the drums run (good), the drums run



So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run



Yo, Salt... Whassup? Can we get some?







They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs



The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug



On the strength I swore there's no either/or



MCs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war



Some rappers got soul on the mic, right? (Right)



But others be playin' it like they're all that



And you know what'll happen if I don't like your style of rappin'



Step on stage as soon as I'm on it



Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent



Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system



We kick a rhyme and claim another victim



People 'round the world, I like to play to 'em



In every club, arena, and stadium



Inside the jam we're known as the party stars



Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi Gras



I couldn't do it though without the help from



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