This is my house make yourself at home
 Now see those chairs? Please just ignore them
 Believe me  they'll be no need for them
 I got a rhyme  and I'd like to exploit it
 You came in here so you cannot avoid it
 This beat is hard  it's as hard as atomic energy
 Thinkin' as long as we're rhymin' to it
 And it's addictive like smoking
 Word to the parents, see, I'm not jokin'
 You'd be a thief only this life is harmless
 Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darndest
 So don't fight it, don't fear it
 Just take your hands, applause and cheer it
 I gave you more than you ever expected
 And when I did then you gave me respect
 With your support we're reachin' new heights
 Salt and Pepa's insanely hyped on the mic

 My supporters are massive, my sound is passive
 If I was you, I'd take time to ask if
 Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the best
 Great or supurb, to be or not to be, that's a good question
 How good they used to be, well I give less than a damn
 Cuz the present day counts if you can't rock a tone
 I suggest you just count
 I said please, but it's not like I'm pleadin'
 So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin'
 Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle
 It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle
 See, I understand that you had the dishes
 But if it's too hot, get out of the kitchen
 Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like
 And they are the ones that get me hyped on the mic

 I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth
 Outside on the street people heard all of the beats
 That I rapped or mastered so throw the wax on
 Pepa is that strong, they can hear the last song
 First class status, I'm a blessed event
 God rocked the full-size for my silhoutte
 Yes, solo this woman, rise all before me
 ??? jump on it
 Don't try to be cuz I will protest
 Oh yes, I have an uzi I've been dyin' to test
 Livin' larger than life but to be precise
 I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic

 We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke
 Rhymes written not ? and how it should be wrote
 People jammin' not standin' and what you hope
 A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
 ??? he'd be madly hyped
 Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type"
 Get away from her, I tell you before she gets pissed
 She's got a left with a cut, and it'll go like this

 Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, but you were a big wheel
 Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal
 As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped
 Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
 I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept
 Take a breath between rhymes with a bet, tell 'em Pep
 Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick
 Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll stick
 When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype
 Salt and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic