Hey-a, forward the music selector

We get tougher, aye (? ? ? ? )

Salt and pepa draw the people into hysterics

With the serious lyrics, right?


Its all right


We gonna take it to the top

Were 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 - its all right


Its all right


Now its ruckus time in the place tonight

Salt and pepa has just comandeered the mic

Hurby the producer aint 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 Im a terror, mascarra dont smear-a (? )

Stockings dont run, and men dont dare-a

Speak out and disrespect salt and pepa

We smash mcs with one big stepper

Here to rule, mcs I school

The mics my tool, Im no ones fool

Thats right, I said it, the girls got brains

And my full name is cheryl james - all right


Its 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

Well ignite and your crew just melt like wax

So tell your family and your friends

That were here to attack

We prepare to win a battle at any cost

Just remember duck rapper, its not my loss - its all right


Its all right


And when I rhyme a funky rhyme

Till my throat is sore

When I rhyme till you just cant 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 hes on it

Cuz when I wanna show damage, Ill explode

At a wink of an eye rhymes Ill reload - its all right


Its 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 dont mess around, dont make me laugh

You gotta be jokin, you will get broken

Ill burn you and leave your ashes smokin

Then Ill put you in my hand, blow you into the wind

So you better notify your next of kin - all right


Its all right


Rip it again, right

Its all right

Rewind selector right