I'm gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes

Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz I'm a lady of the eighties

It's Friday night I just got paid my house is pumpin'

Or listenin' to my Hammer tape while my sound system is dumpin'

Picked up my girl Salty she was waitin' on the porch

I shared my fly fly Mercedes yo lit the highway like a torch

On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1 9 D

He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E

The party started



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Let's get this party started

Let's get this party started right



Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine

Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, "Yo, that one's mine"

Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, "Hold my Benzy"

Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny

When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door

They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love y'all even more!"

Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella

I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella

Start the party, boy



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Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P

So get out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me

I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me

Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy

Yeah, I don't give a damn, Salty is who I am

And man, I'm gonna slam this jam, you understand?

Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means

The party started, let's get retarded, now work them bluejeans

Rock the party, y'all



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