It's All Right Lyrics - Hot Cool & Vicious - Salt N Pepa

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 all right 

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 it's all right 

It's all right 

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 all right 

It's all right 

It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse 

I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst 

I sucker all suckers by selling a dream 

When I serve and strengthen any rap team 

We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax 

So tell your family and your friends 

That we're here to attack 

We prepare to win a battle at any cost 

Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss it's all right 

It's all right 

And when I rhyme a funky rhyme 

Till my throat is sore 

When I rhyme till you just can't take no more 

You disagree? Kill the noise 

'Cause you know I can 

Just place the microphone inside my hand 

And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics 

You gotta admit, you disagree? 

Ask your man even he's on it 

'Cause when I wanna show damage, I'll explode 

At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload it's all right 

It's all right 

Now when we came, we saw, we conquered 

Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad 

You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad 

Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass 

So don't mess around, don't make me laugh 

You gotta be jokin', you will get broken 

I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin' 

Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind 

So you better notify your next of kin all right 

It's all right 

Rip it again, right 

It's all right 

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