Solo Power (Let`s Get Paid) — текст песни (Salt N Pepa)





Pep had to step she`ll be back in a sec

But in the meantime I like to have sound check



One two`s what I say as the record gets played

For a little bit to make sure it stays on track

The wax can`t be scratched unless Spin is there

So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme

The vocalist on the mic is me



I`m the short and sexy one in effect

About to bring it to you straight up, wait up

You ready? Huh, it`s time to pay up

The capital S gonna spot

I`m here to wreck shop [Salt, where`s Pepa?]

Yo, she`s at the next stop

So all aboard, grab a seat and get set

Spinderella, start it up, now let`s check

Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I`m still the best

I`m holdin` down camp keepin` punks in check

So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?

Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts

Let`s get paid, get paid



Yeah, comin` in and goin` in, growin` in and throwin` in

We got the flavor, and everyday we`re showin` it

So just stay back cuz Salt ain`t takin` no fronts

Cuz I`m dope, I look good, and I`m paid to be blunt

Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens

You think it`s def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene

So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight

The name Salt and Pepa, the year `88

Let`s get paid, get paid



Doin` the chores on behalf of my partner

Like money in the bank so thanks, now I`m a spark of the ashes

Strike the match, light the fuse

Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues

To the petty I`m like a machete making confetti

Cuz you don`t see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain`t ready

You want a piece of what the Salt releases?

Take a chunk, punk, and now you`re leaving in pieces



Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova

Before you thought, think again, you won`t get over

With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief

Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic

Cuz I`m hoggin` it, Holmes start loggin` it

They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin` it

Shakin` and bakin` the mic just like a chef

I`ll rock this beat until there ain`t none left

Let`s get paid, get paid

Let`s get paid, get paid



If I run out of breath, I take a pause

If 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 kill

But you`re lucky cuz she ain`t back yet

Relax, men, you`re a nervous wreck

Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin`

You look scared, stiff as a manequin

But still you`re back again to see me rap again

Spin, cut the final hit, let`s just pack `em in

Cuff `em and stuff `em, they know I still love `em

If they can`t stand the heat well then chuck `em

Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya

Let`s get paid, get paid

Let`s get paid, get paid



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