Salt and pepa's on the mic makin' sure you like



The type of hype that's unbelievable to write



Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end



Once againwe're gonna let the party begin





So tell me pepaare you ready to work it out? 



You know it saltI'm ready to work it out



Spinderellaare you ready to work it out? 



Cuz salt and pepa is ready to work it out





So let the rhythm run (what? )the rhythm run



Now let the drums run (good)the drums run



So let the rhythm run (huh? )the rhythm run



Yosalt... whassup?  can we get some? 





They call me saltI'm like a billion bulbs



The rhymes I tossthey're more electric than a lightning bug



On the strength I swore there's no either/or



Mcswe're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war



Some rappers got soul on the micright? (right)



But others be playin' it like they're all that



And you know what'll happen if I don't like your style of rappin'



Step on stage as soon as I'm on it



Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent



Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system



We kick a rhyme and claim another victim



People 'round the worldI like to play to 'em



In every clubarenaand stadium



Inside the jam we're known as the party stars



Gimme a micand the house is like mardi gras



I couldn't do it though without the help from



The melody that we call the rhythm





Yopepaare you ready to work it outhuh? 



YeahI been ready to work it out



So let the rhythm run (what? )the rhythm run (who? )



Awc'mon pepgo ahead and bust one





If the pep you wantthat's just what you'll get



As the rhythm runssweat's in full effect



I see a crowdI can't help but get hyped



You gotta bethrow it on and recite



A dope rhmye cuz I'm a lyrical queen



The pepa mc's makin' microphones sing



Notes to provokethey called her a joke



The speaker smoked when I spoke





Boyyou better kill the noise



Let the rhythm run (word)just let it run



Let the drums run (yeah)now let 'em run



Mess around and I'll bet you don't get none





Is it over yet?  neverit gets better



We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever



A bassline is added for some soul



Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n roll



My mic is like a gunI go nowhere without it



You gotta better oneI'm sorry but I doubt it



My partner's name is pepshe's not a half-stepper



You think you're kinda defbut I think that she's deffer



Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope artist



If lyrics mean you're smartthen I must be the smartest



My dj likes to spinwe call her spinderella



If cuttin' 'em was a bookshe'd be a million seller



Salt's kinda shortbut she don't ever take none



A sucker try to disand she just have to break one



Assume the positioncommence the dance session



Loosen uplistenit's not a dance lesson



Seatbelts fastenedlet's have some fun



Brace yourselfhold oncuz the rhythm's gonna run





Let the rhythm runnahthe rhythm's done



Let the drums runnothe drums are done