[Verse 1: Pepa]
Well I ain't sweet sweet hoochie coochie moody
Brown-skinned cutie with a big booty
And two big tootie-toots up front, check it
Your butt-naked premonitions have been dissed
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

[Chorus:]
No, you can't get my number
No, I'm not going home with you after the jam
Check it out - emphatically no
No, you can't get my number
No, I'm not going home with you after the jam
Check it out - emphatically no

(Next verse, time to make your head burst)

[Verse 2: Salt]
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 suits, boots and all of your pursuits
Have led to the bed so we can go loop-de-la
So we can go loop-de-lay
I'm not your baby, I don't wanh-wanh
You 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...
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Pepa]
Listen, mister, you may possess the BM
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 flavor skins
Dig it, y'all
Grand finale, we're on our way to Cali first-class
So Mr., I truly wish you would dash
And stop rubbin' up on my butt cheeks, see?!?

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Salt]
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
Onion patch armpits, make me wanna hawk and spit
Hawk! Spit-tooie! Groovy guy you're not
Glances at my chest
Freshie, you're lusting for my flesh
Swole like a mole that can't find his hole
Yo, cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say...
[Chorus]