Uh, come on, uh
Come on, uh, yeah
Uh, if ya want some, come and get some
Well its silly of you (To think that I)
Would ever take a dive (Can I keep it live)
And if you think youre qualified (To speak on this)
(Well thats illy of you) Just plain silly of you
We be the queens from Queens, the original tag team
Weve been to all the places, that you only seen in your dreams
I earned the dough, the record label, houses, the cars
Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha
Pray that we fade to black
We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse
But once again, lend me your ears countrymen
Ever since, The Showstopper, boostin up the dividends
And, I thought you knew we had mass appeal
Bustin lyrics like steel, no matter whos keepin it real
From coast to coast, we rock the past to the future (Right)
Now pass the mic, and me rock the way that I used to
Whos hottest female to ever touch the apparatus
Evidently its the Pep, cuz Salty is the baddest
I dont recommend that you test the untestable
Hey, nowadays we try to keep it all respectable, word
Thats right, yall know me, its Kimmy Cat from Queens
Sometimes I, hang around with the S and P
I came to, tell ya about this new slick lightplate
Blue Denim got the ven to make an MC sick
Pep to my left, right side big sis
Hey, let me get them keys
To the crib and Lexus, step to this
And I know some cats livin down in Texas
S and P and B.D. on the V.I.P. guest list
Who rocks the most
Highpost, now from the gate
They take me to my destiny
Never get the best of me, you stressin me
Testin me, like Im-a take a dive
I keep it live, and you aint even qualified
The headliners, big-timers, Ive got the details
Hold the press, do you detest raps hottest females
Big Pepa, hotstepper, take a dive, never
No sleep, we never rest, the best keep gettin better
Salty thats me, sexy, dont envy
Trendsetter, go-getter, Miss Originality
Opposition dissin, our desire paid
From the cradle to grave, I know the tricks of the trade
Back in the days, at shows we used to hook em
MCs we shook em
And if you came with some beef
Your man we took him
Now who got the flow (The flow that I gotta go)
Guy professionals
Guy grip like the mic
Like, ooh, I got testicles
I be the sugar showin, showin Don Juan Pong
Like the needle on a record when it plays a song
You know my girls sold out, no doubt, every arena
We stake the funky divas, shout out to all believers
We paint the town, hang around clubs that we maxed
And when we in the studio, Salts waxin the tracks
A bunch of thoroughbreds
Rockin Gs and Pro Keds
And true blue, I thought you knew
Official queens redheads (Salt and Pepa)
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