Salt N Pepa - My Mic Sounds Nice Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - My Mic Sounds Nice Video

Are you ready?

 

Yo, Hurb, take it from the top

 

One, two...

 

 

My mic sound nice, check one

 

My mic sound nice, check two

 

My mic sound nice, check three

 

 

Are you ready to rock-rock y'all

 

To the beat y'all?

 

A-keep on and you don't stop

 

Rockin' on, keep rockin' on

 

 

I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say

 

That the Pepa MC is here to stay

 

And you know if I was a book I would sell

 

Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell

 

Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up

 

Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny

 

The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I

 

Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def

 

Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh

 

Yes, so tough you know it is a must

 

Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush

 

 

Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on

 

I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on

 

Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn

 

Like a needle on a record when it plays a song

 

Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn

 

And you know I got to be on

 

MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last

 

Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'

 

Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies

 

It's just a little warning, a word to the wise

 

You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'

 

But on the bottom is where you're staying

 

 

You're wack, I thought you understood

 

You're not related to me so you could never be good

 

I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)

 

Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)

 

You babble on the microphone about what you wish

 

But could never be

 

So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock

 

Don't brag about the things that you ain't got

 

Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full

 

My cow just died, I don't need your bull

 

 

Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit

 

One, two, one, two all right, thanks

 

 

My mic sound nice, check one

 

My mic sound nice, check two

 

My mic sound nice, check three

 

 

Right about now as you can see in the place to be

 

We're not talking about geometry, history or biology

 

So Sandy D., explain this to me...

 

Why do they call you the Pepa MC?

 

You mean you don't know? That's a shame

 

Ok Salt, let me explain

 

 

I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished

 

Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish

 

I wanna make one and all understand

 

I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand

 

The room temperature reaches a hundred and four

 

You can scramble eggs on the floor

 

The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar

 

Sweat will drip down to your drawers

 

The Pepa MC is like hot ice

 

And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice

 

 

Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest

 

You're blessed with one of America's best

 

So I think y'all better count your blessings

 

When Salt's in the house, hell's in session

 

It's a fact that I will wax

 

MCs out there are gonna get taxed

 

Rockin' to my funky beat

 

I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me

 

Cuz this is the year all men fear

 

Female MCs is movin' up here

 

Salt and Pepa is strictly biz

 

You know the color of this, you know what time it is

 

Super is the strength of the boomin' bass

 

Nature describes our pretty face

 

Turning out without a doubt

 

Make no mistake, Queens is in the house

 

Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out