I don’t need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and then start dustin’
So-called lyricists can never deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I’d still knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I’m-a play ya like a flute
To show you all on me you can’t sleep on
Spinderella, please drop some beats on
This crowd, pump it up loud
Gimme a scratch, ok now
It’s time for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt’s at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had some
What can I say? The girl don’t play
Gonna skip town on Judgement Day
So don’t just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record’s called “Get Up”, I think you better do it
Get up, everybody get up
you know it you love it
it’s Salt N Pepa 1988 with props to Spinderella
