I'm gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes
Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz I'm a lady of the eighties
It's Friday night, I just got paid, my house is pumpin'
Or listenin' to my Hammer tape, while my sound system is dumpin'
Picked up my girl Salty, she was waitin' on the porch
I shared my fly, fly Mercedes, yo, lit the highway like a torch
On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1-9-D
He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E
The party started
CHORUS
Let's get this party started
Let's get this party started right
Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine
Bow-legged, high-top fade, then I said, ";Yo, that one's mine";
Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, ";Hold my Benzy";
Heard the bass, it was the place so I slipped my man a penny
When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door
They yelled, ";We love you Salt and Pepa!"; ";Yes, we love y'all even more!";
Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella
I was cool, I made my move, then I droppped her like a fella
Start the party, boy
CHORUS
Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from S and P
So get out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me
I ain't goin' for it, I ain't buyin' it so don't even try me
Dance sucker, Mother Tucker can, that old lady gets busy
Yeah, I don't give a damn, Salty is who I am
And man, I'm gonna slam this jam, you understand?
Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means
The party started, let's get retarded, now work them bluejeans
Rock the party, y'all
CHORUS
[Yo, Salt, you wanna continue the story?]
Yes, I told the people move, he made a move
