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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



The melody that we call the rhythm







Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh?



Yeah, I been ready to work it out



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



Aw, c`mon Pep, go ahead and bust one







If the Pep you want, that`s just what you`ll get



As the rhythm runs, sweat`s in full effect



I see a crowd, I can`t help but get hyped



You gotta be, throw it on and recite



A dope rhmye cuz I`m a lyrical queen



The Pepa MC`s makin` microphones sing



Notes to provoke, they called her a joke



The speaker smoked when I spoke







Boy, you better kill the noise



Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run



Let the drums run (yeah), now let `em run



Mess around and I`ll bet you don`t get none







Is it over yet? Never, it gets better



We`ll let the rhythm run harder than ever



A bassline is added for some soul



Now the guitar will make ya rock `n roll



My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it



You gotta better one, I`m sorry but I doubt it



My partner`s name is Pep, she`s not a half-stepper



You think you`re kinda def, but I think that she`s deffer



Since rappin` is art and I`m a dope artist



If lyrics mean you`re smart, then I must be the smartest



My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella



If cuttin` `em was a book, she`d be a million seller



Salt`s kinda short, but she don`t ever take none



A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one



Assume the position, commence the dance session



Loosen up, listen, it`s not a dance lesson



Seatbelts fastened, let`s have some fun



Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm`s gonna run







Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm`s done



Let the drums run, no, the drums are done

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



The melody that we call the rhythm







Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh?



Yeah, I been ready to work it out



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



Aw, c`mon Pep, go ahead and bust one







If the Pep you want, that`s just what you`ll get



As the rhythm runs, sweat`s in full effect



I see a crowd, I can`t help but get hyped



You gotta be, throw it on and recite



A dope rhmye cuz I`m a lyrical queen



The Pepa MC`s makin` microphones sing



Notes to provoke, they called her a joke



The speaker smoked when I spoke







Boy, you better kill the noise



Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run



Let the drums run (yeah), now let `em run



Mess around and I`ll bet you don`t get none







Is it over yet? Never, it gets better



We`ll let the rhythm run harder than ever



A bassline is added for some soul



Now the guitar will make ya rock `n roll



My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it



You gotta better one, I`m sorry but I doubt it



My partner`s name is Pep, she`s not a half-stepper



You think you`re kinda def, but I think that she`s deffer



Since rappin` is art and I`m a dope artist



If lyrics mean you`re smart, then I must be the smartest



My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella



If cuttin` `em was a book, she`d be a million seller



Salt`s kinda short, but she don`t ever take none



A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one



Assume the position, commence the dance session



Loosen up, listen, it`s not a dance lesson



Seatbelts fastened, let`s have some fun



Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm`s gonna run







Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm`s done



Let the drums run, no, the drums are done

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