Beauty And The Beat Lyrics

Ooh baby, I like the sound when The switch is on and you start poundin' Out my radio and pretty soon Salt-N-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, hi 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, you can't believe it (Did you? 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-N-Pepa? Because when my turntable talks your body Will listen to a message [unverified] 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 mix board slave And I'ma 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 Twelve hundred [unverified]
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-N-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-N-Pepa on the mic 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