Waptrick Salt N Pepa - My Mic Sounds Nice Song Lyrics

  • 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

    To the beat y'all?

    A-keep on and you don't stop

    Rockin' on, keep rockin' on

    I'm the 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

    Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell

    Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up

    Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny

    The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I

    Me, Sandy D., undoubtably 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

    Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on

    I'm oh-aye, 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

    MCs 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, 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?)

    Cuz 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 lies cuz now I'm full

    My cow just died, I don't need your bull

    Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit

    One, two, one, two - all right, 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 about 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? That's a shame

    Ok 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

    The 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 y'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

    Cuz 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, ch-check it out

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