We're on a mission

Dissin' all of the opposition

MCs it's my butt you're kissin'

Because I desire



Yo wait a minute chill I want ya all to hear

Why rap is not a joke for us it's a career

Others try to imitate but none has come near

So you see why everybody stands up and cheer

And if you really think about it you know what it means

To be a female rapper from the heart of Queens

And see others dream about being supreme

But once on the scene we start killing kings

People claim we're too wild to tame

On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame

And oh, so cool when we rap you need a sweater

The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather

Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better

Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why - 'cause I desire



DJs come and go just like the wind

But mine is better than all of them

She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut

More lethal than a laser if you want to play rough

Not the object of a show, subject to cut ????

????? tell you Spinderella's dope

Call her Spin for short but she don't take ????

want to duel? You're a fool ????

Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed

Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas

She's the mutilator, music carnivore

Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw

You're still amazed by the way she plays

Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire



Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher

From Queens, New York not Delaware

I like my steak well-done 'cause I hate it rare

And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Bear

Pepa from the Salt so do not rip

'cause if you do I'll shift from first to fifth

Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were dead

Short, fading went I went upside your head

So get back to the beat 'cause the beat is bad

The beat pro and the bass gets much impact

The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass

We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place 'cause I desire



While you're on the set let the cameras roll

Salt and Pepa are the stars, the world's the video

Your room is boomin' when we're on your stereo

So hold on tight, don't dare let go

We're the teachers, you're the students - class is in session

Pay attention boys and girls, and learn your lesson

We're running things, yes, we're taking over

You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower

Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack

Not trying, succeeding 'cause it's like that

Hot damn, how could you be so doggone dumb?

Trying to dis Salt and Pepa when we're number one?

But we excuse you 'cause you're dippy, your mind's in a daze

Like every duck you're confused in so many ways

Giving nothing, taking all whether big or small

We got a ???? beat and it's dope, def y'all

Every day of the week you're at my beck and call

You want to try me out? You don't have the gall 'cause I desire

Writer : AZOR, HERB
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.