Solo Power (Let's Get Paid) Lyrics
| Song | Solo Power (Let's Get Paid) |
| Artist | Salt-N-Pepa |
| Album | A Salt With A Deadly Pepa |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 cuz salt ain't takin' no fronts | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Cuz i'm hoggin' it, holmes start loggin' it | |
| They wanna 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 cuz 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 |
| Pep had to step, she' ll be back in a sec | |
| But in the meantime, i like to have sound check | |
| Onetwo' 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 cuz salt ain' t takin' no fronts | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Cuz 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 pooputtputt in your nova | |
| Before you thought, think again, you won' t get over | |
| With a clover, fourleaf, chief, to be brief | |
| Yo, pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic | |
| Cuz i' m hoggin' it, holmes start loggin' it | |
| They wanna 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 cuz 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 |
| Pep had to step, she' ll be back in a sec | |
| But in the meantime, i like to have sound check | |
| Onetwo' 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 cuz salt ain' t takin' no fronts | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Cuz 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 pooputtputt in your nova | |
| Before you thought, think again, you won' t get over | |
| With a clover, fourleaf, chief, to be brief | |
| Yo, pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic | |
| Cuz i' m hoggin' it, holmes start loggin' it | |
| They wanna 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 cuz 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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