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Emphatically No Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Salt N Pepa

Well, I ain't sweet, sweet, oochie coochie moody 

Brown skinned cutie with a big bootie 

And two big tootie toots up front, check it 

Your butt naked premonitions have been dished 

 

Mr. Me being a ho, has just drifted into the abyss 

So we won't twist up like pretzels and set your sights 

On a bona fide ho requisites If any of these sentences 

Have you confused I'll make it simple just for you check it 

 

No, you can't get my number 

No, I'm not going home with you after the jam 

Check it out, emphatically no 

 

Time to make your head burst baby, I just met you 

How could you expect me to respect you 

And lay next to you in the bedroom? 

And let you boom, boom, pow, pow with my face down 

 

Just because you think I'm cute? 

I got suped boots and all of your pursuits 

Have led to the bed so we can go dilla 

So we can go loup de lay, I'm not your baby 

 

I don't want, want your pitiful excuse 

For a house trained pet, you're just stress and aggravation 

Just because you said come over 

Don't mean I wanna smell your stinkin' breath, so 

 

No, you can't get my number 

No, I'm not going home with you after the jam 

Check it out, emphatically no 

 

Listen, mister, you may possess to be in 

Yes, we could be friends or perhaps we could go out on a date 

Then again, no, 'cuz you get no wins for Salt-N-Pepa 

We're more than just a pair of flavored skin grand finale 

 

We're on our way to Cali first class 

So miss, I truly wish you would dash 

And stop rubbin' up on my buttcheeks, see 

 

No, you can't get my number 

No, I'm not going home with you after the jam 

Check it out, emphatically no 

 

Hell no, now bust it, yes, I'd like a drink, but I don't think 

That you can get me drunk enough to lay with your skunk 

On your patch armpits, make me wanna hot spit 

Hot spa doohy, groovy guy you're not 

 

Glances at my chest 

Freshie, you're lusting for my flesh 

Slow like a mole that can't find his hole 

Float cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say