Salt N Pepa - Tramp Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - Tramp Video

Verse 1

 

Homegirls, attention you must pay

So listen close to what I say

Don't take this as a simple rhyme

Cos this type of thing happens all of the time

Now, what would you do if a stranger said Hi...?

Would you diss him, or would you reply?

If you answer there is a chance

That you'll become a victim of circumstance

Am I right fellas? Tell the truth

Or else Imma have to show and prove

You are what you are, I am what I am

It just so happens that most men are tramps

 

Verse 2

 

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude

Whenever he's around he dogs your mood

I know a guy like that, girl

He thinks he's god's gift to the world

You know that kind, excited all the time

With nothin' but sex on the mind

I'm no stunt, on me you can't front

I know the real deal, I know what they want

It's me (why?) because I'm so sexy

It's me (what?) don't touch my body (boy)

Cos ya see, I ain't no skeezer

But on a real tip, I think he's a...tramp

 

Verse 3

 

On the first date he thought I was a dummy

He had the nerve to tell me he loved me

But of course I knew it was a lie, y'all

He undressed me with his eyeballs

Trying to change the whole subject

Cos everything he said pertained to sex

So I dissed him, I said you's a sucker

Get your dirty mind out the gutter

You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots

You ain't treatin' me like no prostitute

Then I walked away, he called me a teaser

You're on a mission, kid, yo he's a...tramp

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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

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Salt N Pepa - Push It Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - Push It Video

Ah, push it

Ah, push it

 

Oooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Oooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

 

Get up on this!

 

Ow! Baby!

Salt and Pepa's here!

 

(Now wait a minute, y'all

This dance ain't for everybody

Only the sexy people

So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance

Dance, I said!)

 

Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect

Want you to push it, babe

Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat

C'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we know

How to become number one in a hot party show

Now push it

 

Ah, push it push it good

Ah, push it push it real good

Ah, push it push it good

Ah, push it p-push it real good

 

Hey! Ow!

Push it good!

 

Oooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Oooh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

 

Push it good

Push it real good

Ah, push it

Ah, push it

 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop

Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss

Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed

Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?

Now push it

 

Push it good

Push it real good

Push it good

P-push it real good

 

Ah, push it

Get up on this!

 

Boy, you really got me going

You got me so I don't know what I'm doing

 

Ah, push it

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Salt N Pepa - None Of Your Business Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - None Of Your Business Video

What's the matter with your life?

Why you gotta mess with mine?

Don't keep sweatin' what I do

'Cause I'm gonna be just fine, check it out

 

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

It's none of yo business

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It's none of yo business

Now you, shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to

It's none of yo business

So don't try to go and change my mind, I'll tell you one more time

It's none of yo business

 

Now who do you think you are

Puttin' your cheap two cents in?

Don't you got nothin' to do

Than worry about my friends? Check it

 

I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin'

I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't

They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one

Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one

I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to

Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer

I'm not one for playing high-pole

Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho

I treat a man like he treats me

The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee

So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me

You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me

Now you can get with that or you can get with this

But I don't give a shit 'Cause really it's none of your business

 

(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'

Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track and

Throw the beat back in)

 

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

It's none of yo business

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It's none of yo business

Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to

It's none of yo business

So don't try to go and change my mind, I'll tell you one more time

It's none of yo business

 

How many rules am I to break before you understand

That your double standards don't mean shit to me?

I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away

But that's ok 'casue I don't let it get it to me

Now every move I make, somebody's clockin'

Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?

Never mind who's the guy that I took home to bone

 

Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins

If you don't like him or his friends, what about that Benz?

Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep

With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step

Or better yet, get your head checked

'Casue I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards

No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulevard

My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars

You can call me a tramp if you want to

But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you

Or you can front if you have to

But everybody gets horny just like you

So, yo, so, yo, ho check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked

Punk ass disrespect, and this but it's none of your business

 

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

It's none of yo business

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It's none of yo business

Now you, shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to

It's none of yo business

So don't try to go and change my mind, I'll tell you one more time

It's none of yo business

 

So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?

There's only one true judge, and that's God

So chill, and let my Father do His job

 

'Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

'Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

'Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

'Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

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Salt N Pepa - Champagne Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - Champagne Video

(This is for you: Fresh SNP)

 

CHORUS

Get down with the party (Wanna hang)

I'm the Big Kahuna, I got the whole shebang

I got the champagne and the ha-ha (ahhh)

You know who we are

(repeat)

 

I'm the Big Kahuna, maneuvres I make 'em

Tight security, everywhere I go I take 'em

Party over here, (rah-rah) me and my peeps

Hittin' the streets groovin' to roughneck beats

I keeps the flow, I'm the dawnbreaker

I'm reachin' all night, as hot as daylight in Jamaica

A ruckus you want it? Get with the Showstopper

I'll dig ya like the mud number one chief rocker

But knock a blast for your ass like boom!

Damn, Salt-N-Pepa stepped in the room

With the La-Di-Da-Di, we like to party

We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody

 

CHORUS

 

Yeah, back up little one (whoo-ha!) cuz you know

When it come to scandalous I'm numero uno

Shakin', the record breakin', the title taken

Hot, cool and vicious, delicious, Jamaican

Big Willie, illy-silly rabbit

You need the ha-ha, you gotta have it, a habit

I'll be the goodtime dealer

The happy-go-lucky lucker, keepin' it real-a

Got the whole shebang, champagne is bubbly

Moneymakers lookin' and I like 'em black and ugly

Trust me, we be the life of the jam

Front like you don't know, you know who we am

 

CHORUS

 

Ladies? Where you at? Where you at?

Put 'em up reach! Put 'em up reach!

And where's all my fellas at? Where you at? Where you at?

Put 'em up reach! Put 'em up reach!

Now where's all the money at? Where you at? Where you at?

Put 'em up reach! Put 'em up reach!

(Yeah) North, South, to the East, to the West where you at?

Put 'em up reach! Put 'em up reach!

 

What's up? What's up? What's up? (Hey!) I'm rollin' in the big bucks

Some people say I'm lucky, but I don't give a...

No stress, blessed, I gets down for mine

You wanna be a Pepa, too? Well it's party time

No line, V.I.P., I'm the one you wanna see

I see you, fool, what ya wanna do?

The Cartier got you fiendin', stop scheming

Before the red dots starting beaming

Go, Don Perione flow, got my playgirls, yo

Big Willie's like (ho) ready to party

Shake it with the hearty

Your body look damn good never did it with a hood

 

CHORUS

 

(So...so you got the drinks? Imported?

I'm with that, yeah...

I'm from Brooklyn...

From Illtown?...)

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Salt N Pepa - I'll Take Your Man Lyrics

Salt N Pepa - I'll Take Your Man Video

Salt and Pepa's back, and we came to out rap you

 

So get out my face before I smack you

 

Ho, don't you know? Can't you understand?

 

If you mess with me I'll take you man

 

 

Well I'll take your man right out the box

 

And put him under my padlocks

 

So when you see us together chillin' in the place

 

Cold walkin' and sportin' him in your face

 

Go ahead roll your eyes, suck your teeth

 

Keep huffin' and puffin' like a dog in heat

 

You can call me a crook, a robber, a thief

 

But I'll be your butcher if you got beef

 

You know what's up I ain't no poo-putt

 

Cuz Pepa kick butts off dumb, young bucks like you

 

And the rest of your crew

 

If moms want static I'll dis her, too

 

So scram you know who I am

 

Damn, chick, don't play me, punk cuz I'll take your man

 

 

I'll take your man whenever I feel like it

 

This ain't a threat or a bet, it's a damn promise

 

From me to you, your sex life's through

 

If you get another lover, I'll take him, too

 

All I have to do is say a rhyme or two

 

And he'll hop and leave you like a kangaroo

 

I'll make him heel for me even steal for me

 

His mother and father he'd kill for me

 

That's what you get for trying to play smart

 

Now take a hike with that slayed-up heart

 

Girl, you don't know if you're comin' or goin'

 

Look at your face your jealousy's growin' and showin'

 

Don't get mad you don't have the right

 

I throw below solo but ladylike on the mic

 

Psyche is where I win my battles

 

I'll handle you like a baby with a rattle

 

Don't make me prove to you that I can

 

Either give him up or get slammed I'll take your man

 

 

I'll take your man, that's right but just for spite

 

Because you tried to dis me when I was on the mic

 

But I really don't want him, the guy ain't fly, shoot

 

He can't afford to buy a Fila suit

 

Runs the same old gear, never has fresh wear

 

What he whispered in my ear I can't repeat here

 

I don't wanna seem to be so damn mean

 

But you're the hippiest critter I ever seen

 

Before I got on the stage you wished me good luck

 

Turned around and told your friends I suck

 

Well look at you now you ain't got nobody

 

Searching for love in a fifth of Bicardi

 

You look bad, girl, you look like you're dying

 

Ain't no use in crying I'll take your man

 

 

Yo, Cher, school this fool!

 

I'll take your man, your fiancee, your husband

 

You ain't Alice, this ain't Wonderland

 

And when I say I will you know I can

 

Don't mess with me cuz I'll take your man

 

 

I'll take your man anytime, at the drop of a dime

 

Cuz he's rappin' and strappin' so hard on mine

 

Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look

 

The brother's eyein' me down, he's staring down my throat

 

But he's a ducker sucker, soft-hearted punk

 

Goin' skiing for skeezers, stunts for blunt

 

So that's why y'all have so many things in common

 

Him for just robbin', you for lap slobbin'

 

I never ever went out my way to get played

 

Keeping guys like yours held down at bay

 

You know I can, I got the upper-hand

 

Tramp, you don't stand a chance cuz I'll take your man

 

 

Most girls have guys that's good to go

 

But yours is slow he's a freakin' a-hole

 

The fact still stands, there's no change in plans

 

Yo, Pepa, your wish is my command!

 

Now you know, you know I'll take your...man

 

 

Check him out, you see what I mean?

 

He's leading the pack as the fellas scream

 

Go, Sandy! Get busy! Go, Sandy! Get busy!

 

It's so easy to make 'em fall for me, Heather

 

No man can resist Salt and Pepa

 

Because we're perfect from head to toe

 

It's not speculation your man says so

 

Revenge is sweet but payback's a trip

 

Girlfriend, you won't know which is which

 

But I'll tell you this: Don't try to answer this jam

 

Because if you do then I'll take your...

 

And I'll take your...

 

And we'll take your man

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