oh baby I like the sound when.
The switch is on and you start poundin'.
Out my radio and pretty soon.
Salt and Pepa will boom into the room.
Clap your hands now people clap hard.
Clap your hands now people clap your hands.
Clap your hands now people stomp your feet.
Clap your hands now people clap with me.
Listen hard and tell me what you hear.
Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?.
You said you want one, and now you got some.
Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum.
First the mix empress to impress you.
Cutting right on time and I'll bet you.
Didn't know it (did you?), you can't believe it (could you?).
Word to life, I swear, we wouldn't kid you.
And she can cut it up like a wild animal.
Slicing and dicing away as a cannibal does.
Cuz only a beauty can make you people clap with me.
Who is the best?.
We are the best!.
Who's one of the best?.
You're one of the best!.
Why am I so def? Why don't I have flaws?.
Why do I cut for Salt and Pepa? Because.
When my turntable talks your body will listen.
To a message??? tested and kickin'.
Out of my speakers and into your sneakers.
Providing conversation for the woofers and tweeters.
When I play the Technics obey.
Cuz I'm a fader translator, a mixboard slave.
And I'm-a do like this on 'em.. this on 'em.
When I'm on the floor, beat is like romance.
The rhythm makes love to me as I dance.
And from what I see it's about to be.
A relationship between beauty and the beat.
Word up y'all, it's a royal ball.
Turn hip-hop clubs into concert halls.
Inside is live, if I use up highs.
Power in high drive, the woofers don't lie.
Opposites attract so the birthrate's high.
Your chest and ribcage the bass is poking at.
(Lower the what?) Stop joking..
We can't do that it possess power.
You ask how-a people get louder.
[Uh, step aside, sir...
Sir, will you please step aside for the..].
Salt and Pepa MC's represent beauty.
We want y'all to see why we're the only.
Nominee nominated representing our race.
This jam is dedicated to all the pretty faces.
And we're gonna rock like you like.
Spinderella on the mix, Salt and Pepa on the mike.
And we can satisfy your desire.
We can make your body perspire.
Make the men all want to get with it.
Then take 'em down to the ultimate.
Sounds and I say: Spinderella's not a fella.
But a girl DJ