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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 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

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