Are you ready?  Yo, Hurb, take it from the top  One, two...    My mic sound nice, check one  My mic sound nice, check two  My mic sound nice, check three    Are you ready to rock-rock y'all  To the beat y'all?  A-keep on and you don't stop  Rockin' on, keep rockin' on    I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say  That the Pepa MC is here to stay  And you know if I was a book I would sell  Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell  Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up  Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny  The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I  Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def  Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh  Yes, so tough you know it is a must  Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush    Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on  I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on  Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn  Like a needle on a record when it plays a song  Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn  And you know I got to be on  MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last  Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'  Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies  It's just a little warning, a word to the wise  You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'  But on the bottom is where you're staying    You're wack, I thought you understood  You're not related to me so you could never be good  I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)  Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)  You babble on the microphone about what you wish  But could never be  So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock  Don't brag about the things that you ain't got  Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full  My cow just died, I don't need your bull    Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit  One, two, one, two - all right, thanks    My mic sound nice, check one  My mic sound nice, check two  My mic sound nice, check three    Right about now as you can see in the place to be  We're not talking about geometry, history or biology  So Sandy D., explain this to me...  Why do they call you the Pepa MC?  You mean you don't know? That's a shame  Ok Salt, let me explain    I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished  Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish  I wanna make one and all understand  I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand  The room temperature reaches a hundred and four  You can scramble eggs on the floor  The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar  Sweat will drip down to your drawers  The Pepa MC is like hot ice  And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice    Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest  You're blessed with one of America's best  So I think y'all better count your blessings  When Salt's in the house, hell's in session  It's a fact that I will wax  MCs out there are gonna get taxed  Rockin' to my funky beat  I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me  Cuz this is the year all men fear  Female MCs is movin' up here  Salt and Pepa is strictly biz  You know the color of this, you know what time it is  "Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass  "Nature" describes our pretty face  Turning out without a doubt  Make no mistake, Queens is in the house  Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out