Hey-a, forward the music selector
  We get tougher, aye (??)
  Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
  With the serious lyrics, right?
    It's all right
    We gonna take it to the top
  We're gonna make your body rock
  And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot
  So come, get on, hop on the dance floor
  If you want to declare war - it's all right
    It's all right
    Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
  Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic
  Hurby the producer ain't no joke
  He always makes sure the beats are dope
  When I explore I take you down to the core
  Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw
  For torturing and murdering MCs
  Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
  On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)
  Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
  Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
  We smash MCs with one big stepper
  Here to rule, MCs I school
  The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
  That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
  And my full name is Cheryl James - all right
    It's all right
    It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse
  I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst
  I sucker all suckers by selling a dream
  When I serve and strengthen any rap team
  We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax
  So tell your family and your friends
  That we're here to attack
  We prepare to win a battle at any cost
  Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right
    It's all right
    And when I rhyme a funky rhyme
  Till my throat is sore
  When I rhyme till you just can't take no more
  You disagree? Kill the noise
  Cuz you know I can
  Just place the microphone inside my hand
  And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics
  You gotta admit, you disagree?
  Ask your man - even he's on it
  Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode
  At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right
    It's all right
    Now when we came, we saw, we conquered
  Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad
  You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad
  Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass
  So don't mess around, don't make me laugh
  You gotta be jokin', you will get broken
  I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'
  Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind
  So you better notify your next of kin - all right
    It's all right
    Rip it again, right
  It's all right
  Rewind selector right