Im gettin dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes
Slippin on my dancin shoes cuz Im a lady of the eighties
Its Friday night, I just got paid, my house is pumpin
Or listenin to my Hammer tape, while my sound system is dumpin
Picked up my girl Salty, she was waitin on the porch
I shared my fly, fly Mercedes, yo, lit the highway like a torch
On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1-9-D
He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E
The party started
Lets get this party started
Lets get this party started right
Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine
Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, "Yo, that ones mine"
Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, "Hold my Benzy"
Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny
When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door
They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love yall even more!"
Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella
I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella
Start the party, boy
Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P
So get out on the dancefloor, and dont even rough with me
I aint goin for it, I aint buyin it so dont even try me
Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy
Yeah, I dont give a damn, Salty is who I am
And man, Im gonna slam this jam, you understand?
Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means
The party started, lets get retarded, now work them bluejeans
Rock the party, yall
(Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?)
Yes, I told the people move, he made a move
To the stage and grabbed the mic
From these stank, sorry, frauds - Run D.M.C. look-alikes
Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet
And you bet she made that DJ sweat, and he wont soon forget
Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme
I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds
The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin hardcore-core
We left them wantin more, and we headed out the door
We rocked the party
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