Текст песни Salt N Pepa - Spinderella`s Not a Fella (But a Girl DJ
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When the needle`s picked up, the volume`s kicked upShe`s gonna fix up anything that`s mixed upWhen the record gets cut the crowd is lift upYou might think it is but...CHORUSSpinderella`s not a fella - what you say?Spinderella`s not a fella - that`s okSpinderella`s not a fella - watch her playSpinderella`s not a fella - but a girl DJ? spins you won`t getAnd flip the vocal style, rip the instrumentalNice on a slice, swift on a mixThose who dis will then be dismissedLike a fever she`ll heat up, burn, and feed herIf you can`t put up then shut the hell upAll you mixmasters and cutmastersTrue grandmasters even jammastersListen to what I`m sayin` on the micShe`s hard as a man, too sexy for a dykeSo let your ears hear what your mind can`t conceiveGot a cut for your butt on the mix y`all she`s no jokeWith the microphone you`re toastGet ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghostCheck the style plus the swiftnessDon`t take my word for it, you be the witnessNo one lies when the truth is starin` them in the mouthThe needle won`t stick, it`s the record they hugNo alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin`Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? She`s just wouldn`tMake believe what she can do indeedYou`re dealing with the Queen of SpeedCuttin` the beats with ease, makin` the record bleedNow then, you know what I mean...CHORUSShe`s the inch long on the mixboardPut your tape on pause and press recordNever does the same cut twice in one nightShe`ll go solo toe-to-toe like a viceGrip the turntable and flip the record overHeat up the party like a supernovaBecause it`s a girl don`t mean jackIf Jill tried to get ill, she`d get slappedWanna know her name and why she came?Not to cause trouble but to entertainI`m-a tell ya don`t mistake her for a fellaThe mix empress...Spinderella!Yeah, that`s her titleThe God of Speed is her DJ idolCuttin` like a maniac, clever as a brainiacOnly when the scene`s packed will she react toAnyone who dares to compareThe comp will be too much too bearBut this chick is big on tricksWith her wrist she`ll flip within a spiltSecond, she`s flexin` and checkin`The level of the power meter will not be less thanTen degrees, her sound won`t distortMixin` ain`t a job to her it`s a sportWhen the turntable speaks, take your adviceMy homegirl is nicer than niceShe`s a ?, a slave to the rhythmIf the crowd wants action then she`ll give `emMore than they can handle, this ain`t a scandalIf the mix is mangled she`ll untangleIt with a scratch on it, ain`t that a bit?The way she can switch from groove to grooveWith no room to improve [yeah, I`m telling you]CHORUSCuts are made to be played not fadeSpin won`t behave if she ain`t paidTo get down, no let downPut your bets down and just check howShe moves with the grace of a cat being patThe wax hits hard as a batAutomated just like automationImitation causes irritationYou owe it to yourself to see herGo backstage and meet herGet her autograph, take a photographI know that`s too much to askWord, but don`t give up hopeSpinderella`s not a fella, Spinderella`s dopeCHORUS