Solo Power (Let's Get Paid)

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Salt-N-Pepa

Salt-N-Pepa is an American hip hop trio from Queens and Brooklyn, New York, that was formed in 1985. The group, consisting of Cheryl James ("Salt"), Sandra Denton ("Pepa") and Deidra Roper ("DJ Spinderella"), was one of the first all-female rap crews. more »

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1988

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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 'cause Salt ain't takin' no fronts 


'cause 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 


'cause 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 


'cause I'm hoggin' it, Holmes start loggin' it 


They want to 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 'cause 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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