It’s Alright Salt-N-Pepa

[Intro]
Hey-a, forward the music selector
We get tougher, aye
Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
With the serious lyrics, right?
It's alright

[Verse 1]
We gonna take it to the top
We're 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...

[Hook]
It's alright
It's alright

[Verse 2]
Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
Salt and Pepa has just commandeered the mic
Hurby the producer ain't 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 I'm a terror, mascara don't smear-a
Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
We smash MCs with one big stepper
Here to rule, MCs I school
The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
And my full name is Cheryl James, alright