Salt-N-Pepa - My Mic Sounds Nice lyrics
[Salt-N-Pepa - My Mic Sounds Nice lyrics]
Are you ready? (Are you ready?)
Yo, Hurb, take it from the top one, two
My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three
Are you ready to rock-rock, y'all?
A-to the beat, y'all?
A-keep on and you don't stop rockin' on
Keep rockin' on
I'm a queen on the mic
And it's true when I say
That the Pepa MC is here to stay
And you know if I was a book, I would sell
'Cause every curve on my body
Got a story to tell
Yeah, word 'em up (Word 'em up)
W-word 'em up (Word 'em up)
'Cause I'm so fly, nobody can deny
The girl hasn't been born that
Can deal with I me, Sandy D, undoubtedly def
Don't need to be dressed, I'm
Fresh to the flesh, yes
So tough, you know it is a must
Now Salt, get on the mic
And tell 'em why you go crush
'Cause I'm oh ah, I'm on, I'm on
Yes, I'm oh ah, I'm so damn on
Like a grasshopper hoppin' on
The morning lawn like a needle on a record
When it plays a song
Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn
And you know I got to be on
MC's rockin' and shockin'
But it won't last
Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin', ask
Me no questions, I'll tell no lies
It's just a little warning
A word to the wise
You been hopin' and scopin'
Layin' and prayin'
But on the bottom is where you're staying
You're wack
(Ha ha ha) , I thought you understood
You're not related to me so
You could never be good
I know you come from Babylon
(And you know why?)
'Cause you're a babble-on MC
(That's right) you babble on the microphone
About what you wish
But could never be, so please
Don't tell me how you're gonna rock
Don't brag about the things
That you ain't got
Don't feed me lines 'cause now I'm full
My cow just died, I don't need your bull
(Your bull)
Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit
One, two, one, two, alright, thanks
My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three
Right about now as you can see
In the place to be
We're not talking 'bout geometry
History or biology
So Sandy D, explain this to me
Why do they call you the Pepa MC?
You mean you don't know?
(Uh, uh) That's a shame
Okay, Salt, let me explain
I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished
Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish
I wanna make one and all understand
I don't play
I slay when the mic's in my hand
The room temperature reaches a
Hundred and four
You can scramble eggs on the floor
Blood pressure soars, the crowd, they roar
Sweat will drip down to your drawers
The Pepa MC is like hot ice
And I paid the price to
Make the mic sound nice
Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest
You're blessed with one of America's best
So I think ya all better count your blessings
When Salt's in the house, hell's in session
It's a fact that I will wax
MCs out there are gonna get taxed
Rockin' to my funky beat
I'm a trip so I know
You're gonna fall for me
'Cause this is the year all men fear
Female MCs is movin' up here
Salt and Pepa is strictly biz
You know the color of this
You know what time it is
"Super" is the strength of
The boomin' bass
"Nature" describes our pretty face
Turning out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out check-check it out
Yo, Hurb, take it from the top one, two
My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three
Are you ready to rock-rock, y'all?
A-to the beat, y'all?
A-keep on and you don't stop rockin' on
Keep rockin' on
I'm a queen on the mic
And it's true when I say
That the Pepa MC is here to stay
And you know if I was a book, I would sell
'Cause every curve on my body
Got a story to tell
Yeah, word 'em up (Word 'em up)
W-word 'em up (Word 'em up)
'Cause I'm so fly, nobody can deny
The girl hasn't been born that
Can deal with I me, Sandy D, undoubtedly def
Don't need to be dressed, I'm
Fresh to the flesh, yes
So tough, you know it is a must
Now Salt, get on the mic
And tell 'em why you go crush
'Cause I'm oh ah, I'm on, I'm on
Yes, I'm oh ah, I'm so damn on
Like a grasshopper hoppin' on
The morning lawn like a needle on a record
When it plays a song
Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn
And you know I got to be on
MC's rockin' and shockin'
But it won't last
Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin', ask
Me no questions, I'll tell no lies
It's just a little warning
A word to the wise
You been hopin' and scopin'
Layin' and prayin'
But on the bottom is where you're staying
You're wack
(Ha ha ha) , I thought you understood
You're not related to me so
You could never be good
I know you come from Babylon
(And you know why?)
'Cause you're a babble-on MC
(That's right) you babble on the microphone
About what you wish
But could never be, so please
Don't tell me how you're gonna rock
Don't brag about the things
That you ain't got
Don't feed me lines 'cause now I'm full
My cow just died, I don't need your bull
(Your bull)
Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit
One, two, one, two, alright, thanks
My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three
Right about now as you can see
In the place to be
We're not talking 'bout geometry
History or biology
So Sandy D, explain this to me
Why do they call you the Pepa MC?
You mean you don't know?
(Uh, uh) That's a shame
Okay, Salt, let me explain
I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished
Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish
I wanna make one and all understand
I don't play
I slay when the mic's in my hand
The room temperature reaches a
Hundred and four
You can scramble eggs on the floor
Blood pressure soars, the crowd, they roar
Sweat will drip down to your drawers
The Pepa MC is like hot ice
And I paid the price to
Make the mic sound nice
Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest
You're blessed with one of America's best
So I think ya all better count your blessings
When Salt's in the house, hell's in session
It's a fact that I will wax
MCs out there are gonna get taxed
Rockin' to my funky beat
I'm a trip so I know
You're gonna fall for me
'Cause this is the year all men fear
Female MCs is movin' up here
Salt and Pepa is strictly biz
You know the color of this
You know what time it is
"Super" is the strength of
The boomin' bass
"Nature" describes our pretty face
Turning out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out check-check it out