SALT N PEPA Song Lyrics

Album:
"Very Necessary"

1) Big Shot
2) Break of Dawn
3) Groove Me
4) Heaven or Hell
5) I've Got AIDS (PSA)
6) None of Your Business
7) No One Does it Better
8) Sexy Noises Turn Me On
9) Shoop
10) Somebody's Gettin on My Nerves
11) Somma Time Man
12) Step
13) Whatta Man

Album:
"Brand New"

1) Boy Toy
2) Brand New
3) Do Me Right
4) Friends
5) Gitty Up
6) Good Life
7) Hold On
8) Imagine
9) Knock Knock
10) R U Ready
11) Say Ooh
12) Silly of You
13) The Clock is Tickin'
14) RU Ready

Album:
"Salt With A Deadly Pepa"

1) A Salt With a Deadly Pepa
2) Get Up Everybody
3) Hyped on the Mic
4) Intro Jam
5) I Gotcha
6) Let the Rhythm Run (remix)
7) Shake Your Thang
8) Solo Power (Let's Get Paid)
9) Solo Power (Syncopated Soul)
10) Spinderella's Not a Fella (But a Girl DJ)
11) Twist and Shout
12) Get Up Everybody (Get Up)
13) Soul Power (Syncopated Soul)

Album:
"Blacks' Magic"

1) Blacks' Magic
2) Doper Than Dope
3) Do You Want Me
4) Expression
5) Independent
6) I Don't Know
7) I Like to Party
8) Let's Talk About Sex
9) Live and Let Die
10) Negro Wit an Ego
11) Start the Party
12) Swift
13) You Showed Me

Album:
"Hot Cool & Vicious"

1) Beauty and the Beat
2) Chick on the Side (remix)
3) I'll Take Your Man
4) It's All Right
5) I Desire
6) My Mic Sounds Nice
7) Push It
8) The Showstopper
9) Tramp
10) It's Alright

SALT N PEPA
VERY NECESSARY

Somebody's Gettin on My Nerves

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Show 'em what ya got

Show-show 'em what ya got

Show 'em what ya got

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show-show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got...

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(Show-show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Now I've got this real phat attitude because of all the hype

Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic

So test my respect, mess around, yeah, bitch, jump up and get beat down

Now Salt shorty, light-skinned, sexy, and your man know

I got him screamin' like a hooker in the front row

So you better check my record, better yet, bum

My name is super for a record, check my platinum album

It's not meant for you to do

You even sound wack when you try to check the mic (one, two, one, two)

But wait I'm not through, how you livin' sayin' old rhymes tryin' to get new?

You don't work like the two to make hip-hop

So you can talk until your big, suckin' lips pop

The next time you try to play me, you might catch a fist to the nose, ho

So there you go

You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin' skeezed

[Yo, me and my man was with Pepa last night, yo...] Nigga, please

You couldn't hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat

Your little jimmy can't even hold your zipper back

Why don't you tell the story right, man?

The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand

You rolled up on me in your man's Beemer

And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin' daydreamer

You put the window down tryin' to act real slick

And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks

You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold

Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old

I wrote a number, and I know you thought you'd get humped

But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-CHUMP

So why you runnin' around town playin' Jeopardy?

Get off my bra-strap, boy, stop sweatin' me

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Now somebody's gettin' on my nerves, and I'm wrecked to get crazy

It never fails to amaze me

How people never miss a possip and just believe the gossip

Instead of finding out the truth of what's up

It's got my nostrils flairin'

I'd be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing

Cuz ev'rytime I meet a guy that's got it goin' on

One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that's wrong

If he's not drivin' a Benz or Beemer then he's bummy

Or he's sellin' buddah if he's got plenty of money

Now ask me why, I don't know why or well or what the hell

So breakin' up the code because I'm someone's ???

I've got enough problems of my own

To sit up on the phone talkin' about on who he's gettin' bone

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show-show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

Hey, yo, show 'em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin' hot

(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(Show-show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

(Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Give 'em what they deserve

Forget that you're a lady, and give 'em what they deserve

(Show 'em what ya got) Give 'em what they deserve

(Show 'em what ya got) Give 'em what they deserve

(Show 'em what ya got) Give 'em what they deserve

(Show-show 'em what ya got) Give 'em what they deserve...

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