Artist Salt N Pepa Album Hot Cool and Vicious Song Its All Right Heya, forward the music selector We get tougher, aye ???? Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics With the serious lyrics, right? Its all right We gonna take it to the top Were gonna make your body rock And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war its all right Its all right Now its ruckus time in the place tonight Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic Hurby the producer aint no joke He always makes sure the beats are dope When I explore I take you down to the core Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw For torturing and murdering MCs Who try to recreate def rhymes like these On stage Im a terror, mascarra dont smeara ? Stockings dont run, and men dont darea Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa We smash MCs with one big stepper Here to rule, MCs I school The mics my tool, Im no ones fool Thats right, I said it, the girls got brains And my full name is Cheryl James all right Its all right It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst I sucker all suckers by selling a dream When I serve and strengthen any rap team Well ignite and your crew just melt like wax So tell your family and your friends That were here to attack We prepare to win a battle at any cost Just remember duck rapper, its not my loss its all right Its all right And when I rhyme a funky rhyme Till my throat is sore When I rhyme till you just cant take no more You disagree? Kill the noise Cuz you know I can Just place the microphone inside my hand And watch me rhymea funky lyrics You gotta admit, you disagree? Ask your man even hes on it Cuz when I wanna show damage, Ill explode At a wink of an eye rhymes Ill reload its all right Its all right Now when we came, we saw, we conquered Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass So dont mess around, dont make me laugh You gotta be jokin, you will get broken Ill burn you and leave your ashes smokin Then Ill put you in my hand, blow you into the wind So you better notify your next of kin all right Its all right Rip it again, right Its all right Rewind selector right
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