Salt ‘n’ Pepa Let’s Talk About Sex

(Punch it, Hurb

Yo, I don’t think we should talk about this

Come on, why not?

People might misunderstand what we’re tryin’ to say, you know?

No, but that’s a part of life)

Come on

[CHORUS]

Let’s talk about sex, baby

Let’s talk about you and me

Let’s talk about all the good things

And the bad things that may be

Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex for now to the people at home or in the crowd

It keeps coming up anyhow

Don’t decoy, avoid, or make void the topic

Cuz that ain’t gonna stop it

Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows

Many will know anything goes

Let’s tell it how it is, and how it could be

How it was, and of course, how it should be

Those who think it’s dirty have a choice

Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off

Will that stop us, Pep? I doubt it

All right then, come on, Spin

[CHORUS]

Hot to trot, make any man’s eyes pop

She use what she got to get whatever she don’t got

Fellas drool like fools, but then again they’re only human

The chick was a hit because her body was boomin’

Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds

Nothin’ she ever wore was ever common

Her dates heads of state, men of taste

Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for her to get with

Or even mess with, the Prez she says was next on her list

And believe me, you, it’s as good as true

There ain’t a man alive that she couldn’t get next to

She had it all in the bag so she should have been glad

But she was mad and sad and feelin’ bad

Thinkin’ about the things that she never had

No love, just sex, followed next with a check and a note

That last night was dope

Let’s talk about sex, baby (sing it)

Let’s talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)

Let’s talk about all the good things

And the bad things that may be

Let’s talk about sex (come on)

Let’s talk about sex (do it)

Let’s talk about sex (uh-huh)

Let’s talk about sex

Ladies, all the ladies, louder now, help me out

Come on, all the ladies – let’s talk about sex, all right

[repeat]

(Yo, Pep, I don’t think they’re gonna play this on the radio

And why not? Everybody has sex

I mean, everybody should be makin’ love

Come on, how many guys you know make love?)

[CHORUS]

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Blacks’ Magic

(I’d like to send this one out to the partner

Pepa MC, and her first born, whatever it may be)

Yo, Spin, once again help me get this crowd on its feet

So we can set it off

I’ve got your back, Salt, you know I’m never soft

Yo, where’s your records at?

Right beside me

Ready to give a scratch?

Yep, like poison ivy

It’s the Nineties, the year for change, can you prove it?

I made this beat, I’m an Invincible, and I produced it

It’s in my soul to roll and flow, take control

Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick

Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip, don’t shop on my hit list

Cuz I can be a witch if

They music is cool, and it can calm the savage beast

Then we got plenty of beats for the beasts to eat

A party animal that’s livin’ rather large, in fact

Take out the camera, Salt, (Why?) I wanna picture that

Make sure it’s focused or you may only not have noticed

Before I cut up a jam I yell a “hocus pocus”

And right before your eyes you’ll understand the name

Musicans and magicians are usually the same

And the fame, proclaim, obtains, the stain will gain a rain

That pours, it soars my brain to yours

Ordained by law to train the poor

I’ll make sure that there ain’t gonna be no more

It’s a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men

Magic will only work for those who do believe in them

Black magic, it’s black magic

Do you believe in black magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in black magic

It’s black magic

Do you believe in black magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in

We call this song “Black Magic” cuz it’s a fact

Anything that’s tragic relates to black

Coincidental? (No) Here’s an example, Jack

Words as ancient as fossils or artifacts

Black Sunday or Monday

Black tongues or lungs may cause a black sleep

Why say black sheep?

Black sabbath is evil, black market illegal

A black widow is deadly, black potion ain’t healthy

See, some try to say dark-skinned men ain’t sexy true

Darker the cherry, you know how sweet will be the juice

Music’s the only thing that brings the dead right back to life

Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like a light

Never say Salt steered you wrong inside a concert hall

My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y’all

Magic, it’s black magic

Do you believe in magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in magic

It’s black magic

Do you believe in magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in magic

And my feet in the street is black magic

And my soul in control is black magic

And the life that I live is black magic

Anything that I give is black magic

It’s black magic

Do you believe in magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in

In magic, a dimension of sight and sound

Where people see in only shades of brown

And reality is the same as a fantasy

Is this the way you want your world to be?

Not me, I want variety in my society

Where I can change if I don’t like what I see, you see

This is a woman speakin’ bringin’ door-to-door, seekin’

Tranquilty, that abilty will keep on repeatin’

To saw someone in half may be a trick or treat

Making them dance and laugh is somethin’ quite unique

Abracadabra, Salt’s comin’ at ya

You say my music was a phase, a fad, huh, I proved you wrong

Over ten years and still goin’ strong

Whoever heard of a fad kickin’ for so long?

Magic, it’s black magic

Do you believe in magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in magic

It’s black magic

Do you believe in magic?

It’s black magic

I believe in black magic

And the life that I live is black magic

Anything that I give is black magic

And my feet in the street is black magic

And my soul in control is black magic

[Repeat]

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Solo Power

Pep had to step, she’ll be back in a sec

But in the meantime, I like to have sound check

One-two’s what I say as the record gets played

For a little bit to make sure it stays on track

The wax can’t be scratched unless Spin is there

So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme

The vocalist on the mic is me

I’m the short and sexy one in effect

About to bring it to you straight up, wait up

You ready? Huh, it’s time to pay up

The capital S gonna spot

I’m here to wreck shop (Salt, where’s Pepa?)

Yo, she’s at the next stop

So all aboard, grab a seat and get set

Spinderella, start it up, now let’s check

Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I’m still the best

I’m holdin’ down camp keepin’ punks in check

So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?

Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts

Let’s get paid, get paid

Yeah, comin’ in and goin’ in, growin’ in and throwin’ in

We got the flavor, and everyday we’re showin’ it

So just stay back cuz Salt ain’t takin’ no fronts

Cuz I’m dope, I look good, and I’m paid to be blunt

Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens

You think it’s def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene

So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight

The name Salt and Pepa, the year ’88

Let’s get paid, get paid

Doin’ the chores on behalf of my partner

Like money in the bank so thanks, now I’m a spark of the ashes

Strike the match, light the fuse

Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues

To the petty I’m like a machete making confetti

Cuz you don’t see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain’t ready

You want a piece of what the Salt releases?

Take a chunk, punk, and now you’re leaving in pieces

Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova

Before you thought, think again, you won’t get over

With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief

Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic

Cuz I’m hoggin’ it, Holmes start loggin’ it

They wanna know do I rock? Salt be doggin’ it

Shakin’ and bakin’ the mic just like a chef

I’ll rock this beat until there ain’t none left

Let’s get paid, get paid

Let’s get paid, get paid

If I run out of breath, I take a pause

If Pepa’s on stage I say “Go for yours”

But if she ain’t then this mic I’m minin’

I say “Spin, drop it” and keep rhymin’

When Pepa comes back she’ll say “Salt, chill”

Grab the mic, and go for the kill

But you’re lucky cuz she ain’t back yet

Relax, men, you’re a nervous wreck

Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin’

You look scared, stiff as a manequin

But still you’re back again to see me rap again

Spin, cut the final hit, let’s just pack ’em in

Cuff ’em and stuff ’em, they know I still love ’em

If they can’t stand the heat well then chuck ’em

Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya

Let’s get paid, get paid

Let’s get paid, get paid

Salt ‘n’ Pepa You Showed Me

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do

When I was in love with you

You showed me many of things, plenty of hard times

Then I got up on it but the hard way

Out there to tax, you chose me to slay

I saw what you did, uh-huh, and said nothin’

But watched, clocked, then I kept bluffin’

And schemed to capture the skill of your rapture

Master become the massa and kick at ya

A plan, a new stand for this woman

Made to be deadly just like the omen

No more trippin’, too strong to fall

Shoe’s on the other foot, shots are mine to call

Little did you know what you were showing

It hurted when you flirted, but I kept going

Now the student is the teacher, you can’t freak her

Play the game of life, and I’ll beat ya

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do

When I was in love with you

Ohhh, it’s true, I can do it, too

You showed me what to say, exactly what to say

In that very special way

Ohhh, it’s true, games were made for two

You’re fly, you live high off life riches

Got three, four, and five fly bitches

You dummy, you’re so funny, leave me in stitches

Honey, I command, I pull the switches

Now I relieve the scratch when he itches

I’m not the man, but I wear the britches

So pitch your love and lies in the ditches

P.S. hugs and kisses

And when I tried it, I could see you fall

And I decided it wasn’t hard at all

You showed me what to say, exactly what to say

In that very special way

Ohhh, it’s true, games were made for two

You taught it to me too, exactly what to do

And now I do it well

Ohhh, it’s true, now you love me, too

I tried it then I decided it’s fun

To catch the wave and ride it

On from what you spawn

Yo, I play like a rose, but I live like a thorn

But anyhow, I do know now the tricks of the trade

I ain’t never gettin’ played

Say what you will, and do what you must

It all fell apart when you betrayed my trust

Don’t worry, babe, you’re still my main dish

First on the menu but of a long list

This ain’t me, it’s what you made me

Now I’m slappin’ you back with the same crap you gave me

So get a grip, I’m hipper than hip

And I’m sick and tired of your shit

Let’s make this clear, dear, I swear

Never will I get dogged again, I’m outta here

You showed me what to do, exactly what to do

When I was in love with you

Ohhh, it’s true, I can do it too

Ohhh, it’s true

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Beauty And The Beat

Oooh, baby, I like the sound when

The switch is on, and you start poundin’

Out my radio and pretty soon

Salt and 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, high 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 (did you?), you can’t believe it (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 and Pepa? Because

When my turntable talks your body will listen

To a message ?? 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 mixboard slave

And I’m-a 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 ??

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 and 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 and Pepa on the mike

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!

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Whatta Man

Yeah, yeah (Oooo)

Uh, hey hey

All right, yeah

Oooo

[CHORUS]

What a man, what a man, what a man

What a mighty good man

What a man, what a man, what a man

What a mighty good man

What a man, what a man, what a man

What a mighty good man

What a man, what a man, what a man

What a mighty good man

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due

To the man that’s made a difference in my world

And although most men are ho’s he flows on the down low

Cuz I never heard about him with another girl

But I don’t sweat it because it’s just pathetic

To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd

I know that ain’t nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it

And believe me y’all, he’s worth it

So here’s to the future cuz we got through the past

I finally found somebody that can make me laugh

(Ha ha ha) You so crazy

I think I wanna have your baby

[CHORUS]

My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass

A body like Arnold with a Denzel face

He’s smart like a doctor with a real good rep

And when he comes home he’s relaxed with Pep

He always got a gift for me everytime I see him

A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn’t be him

He never ran a corny line once to me yet

So I give him stuff that he’ll never forget

He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps

He’s not a fake wannabe tryin’ to be a pimp

He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans

He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not

Tryin’ to rush me good and touch me in the right spot

See other guys that I’ve had, they tried to play all that mac shit

But every time they tried I said, “That’s not it”

But not this man, he’s got the right potion

Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion

Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven

From seven to seven he’s got me open like Seven Eleven

And yes, it’s me that he’s always choosin’

With him I’m never losin’, and he knows that my name is not Susan

He always has heavy conversation for the mind

Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find

[CHORUS]

My man gives real loving that’s why I call him Killer

He’s not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he’s a thriller

He takes his time and does everything right

Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night

He’s a real smooth brother, never in a rush

And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch

Spends quality time with his kids when he can

Secure in his manhood cuz he’s a real man

A lover and a fighter and he’ll knock a knucker out

Don’t take him for a sucker cuz that’s not what he’s about

Every time I need him, he always got my back

Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that

[CHORUS]

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Boy Toy

Yeah, heh heh

S-N-P, hmm, for you

Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah

[Chorus:]

Boy toy, I love you so

Temporary lover, never let you go

I spend my money on you

Boy toy, I love you so

Never no stress, let’s keep this flow

I know you feel the same way, too

[Sandra “Pepa” Denton:]

Where you been all my life

No diamonds on her fingers

But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life

No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you

Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu

No disrespect, for losin’ sweats

You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check

So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight

Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict

Bet you shit is right, got my daisies

Goin’ crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh

Now come and bathe me, wanna get high

Take this helicopter ride

From the westside down to the eastside

Pick a highrise, I’ll buy, uh, you know why

Cuz you’re all that, no commitments, no lies

Never settle for less, I’m the best, no stress

So rests, yes, my boy toy

[Chorus]

[Cheryl “Salt” James:]

(Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh)

With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That’s right)

I like ’em focused, 20-20

A man that needs little but gives plenty

I’m never vexed givin’ up no sex

Unless I wanna release stress

And get this shit up off my chest

Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times

Feedin’ me some knowledge instead of tryin’ to out rhyme

Not insecure, for sure, not bored

Send you a first class ticket when I’m out on tour

Show me a lot of love in the club

You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face

A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals

I love to see the other women yearn waitin’ on their turn

Money earnin’, more money, cash, checks

But you ain’t never met a girl like this yet

[Salt:] What’s up, man

You got that package I sent you

[Man:] Yeah I got it

[Salt:] Did you like it

[Man:] What

[Salt:] You know you earned it

[Man:] Yeah

[Salt:] Put the thing down right

[Chorus]

[Deidra “Spinderella” Roper:]

Me and my girls chillin’ at the mall, laughing and all

Brother’s kinda tall, you think he play ball

Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine

I think I estimate about 4.5

My pockets goes high, so we can ride

I’ll pick you up about nine-ish

Take you to the finest, masseuse

And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles

Get wild, I’ll bet I leave your ass with a smile

Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar

I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better

[Cheryl “Salt” James:]

Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same

I check for a player with a lot of game

Not a little, not tryin’ to get caught in the middle

Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck

Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what

[Chorus]

I’m not scared to tell you (Whoo)

S-N-P, it’s your boy toy

All day, all night

Nine-seven, like heaven, baby

Boy toy, I love you so

Never no stress, let’s keep this flow

I know you feel the same way, too

I ain’t gon’ front

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Imagine

[Chorus:]

Imagine if we could live

Imagine that, imagine that

In this world without hate and prejudice

Stop the violence, break the silence

Judging each other is so crazy

Crazy, yo, why you hate me

Sometimes I think so hard, oh my God

Was it closin’ in on me

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, oh

[Sandra “Pepa” Denton:]

(Now tell me) Do you feel the rain (Uh-huh) too much pain

Bloodstains in the brain, only the strong maintain

Mad faces, different races

Poisoning the minds of the kids with hatred, wasted (Yeah)

From mom and dad, it’s sad (Crazy sad)

You mad about what, huh

Got your guard dropped

Love tryin’ to get through (Oh yeah)

Ignorance got you (That’s right)

Can’t nobody stop you (True)

Yeah, I watched you

Calling everybody names, so how you figure (How you figure)

I don’t know, you call me nigger (Nigger)

Behind my back, but I’m bigger than that

A state of mind, one time (One time)

When I shine baby, you shine (You shine)

[Chorus]

[Cheryl “Salt” James:]

So maybe what’s the solution (Tell me)

The race pollution (Word)

Was the constitution written for us (Uh-uh)

I don’t trust, did they mean all, did they mean just us

No justice, back of the bus, bend over, homie (True)

If you know it, you better show it (Rock the vote)

Rock the boat, keep hope, uh

Martin Luther King (King)

Had the scheme, had the dream (Dream)

Killing must cease, we need peace

More unity in the community

That means more you and me together

Don’t let the, hate block you, lock you in the past

Believe you can fly, keep your head high (To the sky)

[Chorus]

[Sheryl Crow:]

Free your mind, let it be

You know we got rid of this hate in me (Love, love)

I’ve got so much love to give

Leave me alone, live and let live

Let love grow, let it flow

It’s good for the heart and it’s good for the soul

[Cheryl “Salt” James:]

Follow God’s will (Say what)

Can you feel that (Uh-huh)

That’s keepin’ it real, come on y’all, kill that

Exterior don’t make you superior

Skin tones is the fury of religious war zones

In your own neighborhood, it ain’t all good

Guns don’t make you bad, you’ve been had

You’ve been dissed, got it twisted, senses shifted

Brainwashed by an image and you was gifted

Beautiful and black when you comin’ back

Sellin’ crack in the land, stand up and be a man

Better get an education, divided nation

In the name of God, sex discrimnations

I can’t breathe

[Chorus]

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Shake Your Thang

(Ow, shake it!

Yeah, oh, you’re lookin’ sweet, baby

Yes, indeedy

Funky (get down))

We was on a dancefloor shakin’ our thing

To a funky beat with a go-go swing

Everyone was watching, they stared in shock

Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock-

In the place with a smile on my face

Some got upset and then tried to base

They called us nasty, said we danced dirty

Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty

Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump

I was all set not to jet but to jump

Spin broke it up and asked not to break

Said, “They don’t understand the way you…”

[CHORUS]

Shake your thang, owww

Do what you wanna do

I can’t tell you how to catch a groove

It’s your thang (It’s your thing)

Do what you wanna do

I won’t tell you who to sock it to

Shake that thing, c’mon, y’all, shake it

We could get loose, but we can’t get naked

It’s not a crime, it’s legal, we answered

Look again – see? We’re just dancin’

Relax a bit, now ain’t that better?

I think it’s time for you to get a…

Partner, doe-see, gather in closely

I wanna see the ones that mostly

Front on a cutie, hope you’re not fruity

Do your duty and…

[CHORUS]

Come on, y’all, shake that thing

You got to just show no shame

I want you to shake that thing

Come on, y’all, show no shame

Shake your thang, yeah yeah

Oh, you’re lookin’ sweet, baby

Owww, I won’t tell you how to catch a groove

It’s my thing, and I’ll swing it the way that I feel

With a little seduction and some sex appeal

It’s Friday night, and I just got paid

I’m checking out the fella with the high-top fade

Moving in closely, ready for the kill

Steppin’ on a dancefloor, think you’re ill

But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check

I said, “We just met”, “We can’t do that yet”

I’m not a pick-up (no), this ain’t a stick up (boy)

I’m not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up

And just rock, baby-pop, don’t stop

Stick out your butt, and shake what you got

[CHORUS]

Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin’ with go-go, baby

It’s my thing, and I shake it crazy

Don’t try and tell me how to party

It’s my dance, yup, and it’s my body

The shirt I wear may be low cut

My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt

Designer down from head to toe

Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow

Now please stop blushin’, we’re just dancing, dummy

C’mon, we both know I don’t want you for your money

Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme

I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind

I like this song, I like this beat

I’ll see you later, where shall we…

[CHORUS]

Salt ‘n’ Pepa Independent

When duty call, the leader Pep come hard

Try to dis my girl Salt, up goes my guard

Still feminine, feminine still, yes

But then next pump a hundred weight bench press

So what it mean, Pep? I’m not impressed

Cuz I wear the pants, and you wear the dress

Punk, you’re lovin’ stunk, you’re not a hunk

This is independent funk

And I’m gettin’ ready for the year 2000

Independent – yes, I’m housin’

Independent – yeah, now watch me

Independent – no one can stop me

Woman and I am independent

I make my own money so don’t tell me how to spend it

Cuz you need me, and I don’t need you

So listen close, boy, to my independent funk

Yeah, can you feel it?

Yes, it’s my, it’s my independent funk

(Yawn) You’re sleepy, go to bed

Wanna step? Go ahead and jet

Now wake up from your dreamin’ cuz you’re dealin’ with the Pep

Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I’m havin’ a ball

You think because you’re leaving that I’m gonna take a fall?

It was small thing, oooo, it was really too small

Livin’ large, boy, standing ten feet tall

Now my heart won’t dent, keep the money I lent

And don’t forget I pay the rent, this is my apartment

I’m independent

I am independent

That’s right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it

Cuz a girl like me can have anybody

So give my love, boy, to my independent funk

Hey…

Salty the V.I.P., you should have stuck with me

What are you stupid? Huh, my pockets run deep

So flex the Rolex and the sex that I gave ya

In jail with no bail and now nothin’ can save ya

You want me to visit? I ain’t with it lizard

We had magic now ya lost without the love wizard

Ya had to cross me, and now you lost me

Get off me softy, I’m the boss, see?

You can’t disguise the lies in your eyes – you’re not a heartbreaker

You’re a fraud, and I’m bored – you’re a fake faker

It’s too late to debate with the moneymaker

After while, crackhead – see ya later, gator

Woman and I am independent

I make my own money so don’t tell me how to spend it

Cuz you need me, and I don’t need you

So listen close, boy, to my independent funk

Yeah, so funky, so funky

No, no, no more nookie for you cuz I gave ya the boot

Go ahead and go in your Yugo, gonna miss the Benz Coupe, hometroop

Who’s supportin’ ya now?

Got a job or do ya rob? I heard you’re sellin’ drugs – wow

Big man, huh? But just understand Uncle Sam know the scam

You’ll end up in the can

Singin’ a sad song cuz you did me wrong

Couldn’t fool me for long, I got it goin’ on

I’m independent

Yes, I am independent

That’s right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it

Cuz a girl like me can have anybody

So give my love, boy, to my independent funk

Hey yeah…my independent funk

It’s just an independent funk

Get with this independent funk

You’re a baby so maybe you just needed a babysitter

Bitter? I figure I’m rid of a piece of litter

Tiger, tigger, I bounce back, and you’re a quitter

Your girl is gone for good so just forget her

You’re blind, you’ll never find another better

Your mind stays on a behind in a tight sweater

Burned your flowers and your love letters

Never a tear will I shed

I’m independent

Yes, I am independent

I make my own money so don’t tell me how to spend it

Cuz you need me, and I don’t need you

So listen close, boy, to my independent funk

Yeah…