My Mic Sounds Nice
(专辑: Hot Cool & Vicious - 1986)
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 Rocking on Keep rocking 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 hopping on the
morning lawn Like a
needle on a
record when it plays a
song Like Little Boy Blue blowing on his horn And you know I
got to be on MC's rocking and shocking, but it won't last Salt's on the
mic, and I'm kicking, ask Me no questions, I'll tell no lies It's just a
little warning, a
word to the
wise You been hoping and scoping, laying and praying But on the
bottom is where you're staying You're wack (Hahaha), 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 Rocking 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 moving 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
booming 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