Salt-n-pepa lyrics
Salt-n-pepa lyrics
"Gitty Up Lyrics"
The Pros Lyrics
[Queen Latifah] I stepped into a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said "Latifah bust a line" I don't think you're on the strength show me the time I said "If you really want to do this we can do this fine Take six paces and begin to rhyme" As soon as attempted to make a sound I ate her up with the verb broke her down with the noun Cause I hate it when someone challenges with me but cannot balance with
[Queen Latifah] I stepped into a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said "Latifah bust a line" I don't think you're on the strength show me the time I said "If you really want to do this we can do this fine Take six paces and begin to rhyme" As soon as attempted to make a sound I ate her up with the verb broke her down with the noun Cause I hate it when someone challenges with me but cannot balance with
f/ Rufus Blaq, Spinderella
Spin: Gitty up babe
Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
Cheryl "Salt" James & Rufus Blaq:
I'm-ah make you bounce till your hip hurts
Make you work
Sweat till you drench your blouse, and your skirt
And I'm-a freak you till you pass out
Pay cash out, baby tear your back out
Keep bangin'
Ho, B.L.A.Q. make you say, ho
S and P, chi-ca, chi-co
Everybody put your hands in the sky
Gitty up, gitty up, let's ride
Chorus:
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
Seventh Star Lyrics
There's a vision in the sands Rising from the ancient past Crying let my spirit go Lead my burning soul to rest Hear the sound of distant ages It's the call of the seventh start There's no shelter from the heat There's no mercy from this land Hear a thousand chanting souls Waiting judgement from God's hand Hear the sound of distant ages It's the call of the seventh start Hear the sound of fallen angels It's the call of the seventh s
Gitty up baby (Gitty up, gitty up), say what
Give me all that you got, baby don't stop
Keep it comin' strong, make it hot, say what
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Gitty up baby, I'm-ah take you for a ride
It makes your soul wild, when I release vibes
Freak ya down, 'til your asthma hit ya
Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya
Make you wanna get your stash
Rollin' like a Ben, no need
Got my own end, payer-haters never win
Cuz I'm involved to the end
Send chill up your skin, Poppie
Who debate, not me
Can't take what I got, can't stop me
You still divide by, bass slide
Yo, can't fight it, ho, let's flow run and move
Show and prove, we can do this
Shake your groove thing, hold tight
Ain't nothin' to this
When they get down with skills
Romance and no frills, uh
Morphia's Waltz Lyrics
I see your eyes Blue and wide open Take your time my divine creature My arms will provide undivided attention Sleep, child sleep rest your eyes until the sun comes up and you'll awake to light, everyones day up again Rest your head in my lap, honey The day I wept is when I had you my love Sleep, child sleep rest your eyes until the sun comes up and you'll awake to light everyones day<
It feels ill, don't it
Chorus
Sandra "Pepa" Denton:
I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers
Who can make it blaze like us
Bless you to death
Wanna freak me from the back (Girl, don't even play like that)
Keep it comin' strong, give me all that you got (Yo, true baller don't stop)
I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya
Game so sharp that it split ya, tell ya what
Keep a stylin', boy (I ain't been hooked since Yin was a hoiler, what)
Can't nobody do it this tight (Say what)
Pep be the bomb, that's right (What)
Look at all the players tryin' to get with me, sit with me
Yo, it ain't shh to me
I'm-ah party 'til I see the sunrise
It hurts to keep the party live
Keep it comin' baby
Chorus
Rufus Blaq:
Elvis Ate America Lyrics
Elvis...white trash Elvis...the Memphis flash Elvis...didn't smoke hash Would've been a sissy without Johnny Cash Elvis...didn't dodge the draft Elvis...had his own aircraft Elvis...having a laugh On the Lisa Marie in a colour photograph Elvis...under the hood Elvis...with Cadillac blood Elvis...darling bud Flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud Elvis...ain't gonna rot Elvis...in a Memphis plot E
Elvis...white trash Elvis...the Memphis flash Elvis...didn't smoke hash Would've been a sissy without Johnny Cash Elvis...didn't dodge the draft Elvis...had his own aircraft Elvis...having a laugh On the Lisa Marie in a colour photograph Elvis...under the hood Elvis...with Cadillac blood Elvis...darling bud Flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud Elvis...ain't gonna rot Elvis...in a Memphis plot E
Gitty up baby
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give me that S and P, that's who the funk is for
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me the funk, that's me
Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:
S to the P-I-N, spare with a rella
Ain't no fella, uh, well a
Freak your body, keep the party hot
Give me all that you go,t and it don't stop
When it moves down on me
Put your grooves down, homie
Can't lose now, come on
Can you break it down to the bone
Boo you actin' like you grown
Before I take you home (Watch out)
You better move
Chorus
Gitty up baby
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat
You can buy that
Full of bass and hi-hat