Salt N Pepa - Let The Rhythm Run Lyrics
Salt and pepa's on the mic makin' sure you likeThe type of hype that's unbelievable to writeSpinderella's gonna spin from beginning to endOnce again, we're gonna let the party beginSo tell me pepa, are you ready to work it out?You know it salt, i'm ready to work it outSpinderella, are you ready to work it out?Cuz salt and pepa is ready to work it outSo let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm runNow let the drums run (good), the drums runSo let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm runYo, salt... whassup? can we get some?They call me salt, i'm like a billion bulbsThe rhymes i toss, they're more electric than a lightning bugOn the strength i swore there's no either/orMcs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth warSome rappers got soul on the mic, right? (right)But others be playin' it like they're all thatAnd you know what'll happen if i don't like your style of rappin'Step on stage as soon as i'm on itSpin drops a beat to warn my opponentHurb pumps the bass upon the sound systemWe kick a rhyme and claim another victimPeople 'round the world, i like to play to 'emIn every club, arena, and stadiumInside the jam we're known as the party starsGimme a mic, and the house is like mardi grasI couldn't do it though without the help fromThe melody that we call the rhythmYo, pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh?Yeah, i been ready to work it outSo let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?)Aw, c'mon pep, go ahead and bust oneIf the pep you want, that's just what you'll getAs the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effectI see a crowd, i can't help but get hypedYou gotta be, throw it on and reciteA dope rhmye cuz i'm a lyrical queenThe pepa mc's makin' microphones singNotes to provoke, they called her a jokeThe speaker smoked when i spokeBoy, you better kill the noiseLet the rhythm run (word), just let it runLet the drums run (yeah), now let 'em runMess around and i'll bet you don't get noneIs it over yet? never, it gets betterWe'll let the rhythm run harder than everA bassline is added for some soulNow the guitar will make ya rock 'n rollMy mic is like a gun, i go nowhere without itYou gotta better one, i'm sorry but i doubt itMy partner's name is pep, she's not a half-stepperYou think you're kinda def, but i think that she's defferSince rappin' is art and i'm a dope artistIf lyrics mean you're smart, then i must be the smartestMy dj likes to spin, we call her spinderellaIf cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million sellerSalt's kinda short, but she don't ever take noneA sucker try to dis, and she just have to break oneAssume the position, commence the dance sessionLoosen up, listen, it's not a dance lessonSeatbelts fastened, let's have some funBrace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna runLet the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's doneLet the drums run, no, the drums are done
