The Brick Track Versus Gitty Up - Salt-N-Pepa

Say what?

gimmie all that you got

Baby don’t stop

Keep it comin’strong, make it hot, say what?

Gitty up baby, i’m-a take you for a ride

It makes your soul wild when i release vibes

Freak ya down till your asthma hit ya Salt, non-stop styles, lift ya Make you wanna get your stash

Blowin’like the wind, no need, got my own ends

Player-haters never win cuz i’m a ball to the end

Send chill up your skin poppie

Who the fake?

not me Can’t take what i got, can’t stop me Feel the vibe, ride bass slide

Yo, can’t fight it ho Let it flow and move, show and prove

We can do this, shake your groove thing

Hold tight, ain’t nothin’to this

Wanna get down with skills

Romance and no frills?

Uh, it feels ill, don’t it?

Yo-ho

I keep it hot like a block full of hustlers

Who can make it blaze like us?

Bless you to death, wanna freak me from the back?

(girl, don’t even play like that)

Keep it comin’strong, give me all that you got

(chi-co, true baller don’t stop)

I throw it like a pitcher, let my sex appeal hit ya Game so sharp that it split ya Playa what, keep your style in order

(i ain’t been hooked since ewing was a hoya)

I’m-a party till i see the sunrise

S 'n p keep the party live

Keep it comin’baby

Gitty up baby

Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff

(say what?)

Gimmie that s and p, that sweet and funky stuff

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me

Give me the funk, that sweet… yo-ho

Yo-ho

Gitty up baby

You can buy that

Feel the bass and hi-hat

You can buy that

Feel the bass and hi-hat