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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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[Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?]

Yes, I told the people move, he made a move

To the stage and grabbed the mic

From these stank, sorry, frauds - Run D.M.C. look-alikes

Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet

And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he won`t soon forget

Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme

I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds

The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin` hardcore-core

We left them wantin` more, and we headed out the door

We rocked the party



CHORUS

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



CHORUS

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



CHORUS



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



CHORUS



[Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?]

Yes, I told the people move, he made a move

To the stage and grabbed the mic

From these stank, sorry, frauds - Run D.M.C. look-alikes

Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet

And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he won`t soon forget

Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme

I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds

The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin` hardcore-core

We left them wantin` more, and we headed out the door

We rocked the party



CHORUS

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