Текст песни Salt N Pepa - Solo Power (Let`s Get Paid)
Salt N Pepa - Solo Power (Let`s Get Paid) слова песни
Pep had to step she`ll be back in a secBut in the meantime I like to have sound checkOne two`s what I say as the record gets playedFor a little bit to make sure it stays on trackThe wax can`t be scratched unless Spin is thereSo she can catch it on time so then I can rhymeThe vocalist on the mic is meI`m the short and sexy one in effectAbout to bring it to you straight up, wait upYou ready? Huh, it`s time to pay upThe capital S gonna spotI`m here to wreck shop [Salt, where`s Pepa?]Yo, she`s at the next stopSo all aboard, grab a seat and get setSpinderella, start it up, now let`s checkOverdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I`m still the bestI`m holdin` down camp keepin` punks in checkSo snap out of it, me the soloist for what?Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cutsLet`s get paid, get paidYeah, comin` in and goin` in, growin` in and throwin` inWe got the flavor, and everyday we`re showin` itSo just stay back cuz Salt ain`t takin` no frontsCuz I`m dope, I look good, and I`m paid to be bluntReigning supreme, all hail the queens from QueensYou think it`s def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the sceneSo petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straightThe name Salt and Pepa, the year `88Let`s get paid, get paidDoin` the chores on behalf of my partnerLike money in the bank so thanks, now I`m a spark of the ashesStrike the match, light the fuseSpinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid bluesTo the petty I`m like a machete making confettiCuz you don`t see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain`t readyYou want a piece of what the Salt releases?Take a chunk, punk, and now you`re leaving in piecesStep left, jet poo-putt-putt in your NovaBefore you thought, think again, you won`t get overWith a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be briefYo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this micCuz I`m hoggin` it, Holmes start loggin` itThey wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin` itShakin` and bakin` the mic just like a chefI`ll rock this beat until there ain`t none leftLet`s get paid, get paidLet`s get paid, get paidIf I run out of breath, I take a pauseIf Pepa`s on stage I say "Go for yours"But if she ain`t then this mic I`m minin`I say "Spin, drop it" and keep rhymin`When Pepa comes back she`ll say "Salt, chill"Grab the mic, and go for the killBut you`re lucky cuz she ain`t back yetRelax, men, you`re a nervous wreckWipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin`You look scared, stiff as a manequinBut still you`re back again to see me rap againSpin, cut the final hit, let`s just pack `em inCuff `em and stuff `em, they know I still love `emIf they can`t stand the heat well then chuck `emSalt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell yaLet`s get paid, get paidLet`s get paid, get paid