Salt‐N‐Pepa Big Shot Lyrics

Very Necessary Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Groove Me
  • 2 No One Does It Better
  • 3 Somebody’s Gettin’ on My Nerves
  • 4 Whatta Man
  • 5 None of Your Business
  • 6 Step
  • 7 Shoop
  • 8 Heaven or Hell
  • 9 Big Shot
  • 10 Sexy Noises Turn Me On
  • 11 Somma Time Man
  • 12 Break of Dawn
  • 13 PSA We Talk
  • 14 Shoop (Danny D’s radio mix)
  • 15 Start Me Up
  • A one a one two
    It's like it's like it's like it's like it's like

    Everybody wants to be a big shot
    Everybody wants to make a quick buck
    Everybody wants to be on the top
    Everybody wants to be

    Just like me just like me
    The S to the A to the L to the fa sol la T's makin' dough
    (Nuts?) No but as in big bucks
    So (huh?) so (who?) so what the hell
    It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
    And I can tell that you don't like me very well
    Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell

    And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
    You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a ***** now
    Check it out, check it out
    Just watch me, just watch me

    I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
    Up and down the block just ain't my thang
    I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money
    Cause either AIDS or jail will get that ***, honey
    I needed more to explore so I tried rap
    Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack
    Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
    And now I'm drivin' *****s crazy


    Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
    Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
    Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
    Just to get one, *****s get a real five
    It's all about the great paper chase
    A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
    So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
    Cause I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight

    So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat
    But can you see where the wrong is?
    I, I don't know much about ya
    But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can


    [You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa *****es
    They think they're all that 'cause they're popular in Europe
    Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
    Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
    Please, I don't want to be like them *****es
    I know, I live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff
    Oh, and Spinderella
    Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other *****es I can't stand

    (So I'm a ***** now?)
    Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
    (Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)
    Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
    (Well, I don't need nothin' 'cause you know that I'm a *****, y'all)
    Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?
    (You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
    And I'll bet you want to be like me)
    Still can't stand them *****es
    (Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a *****, y'all
    A rich *****, y'all, and I know)]


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