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14 Emphatically No
Salt‐N‐Pepa
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Well, I ain't the sweet sweet, hoochie coochie moody
Brown skin cutie with the big booty
And two big tootie toots up front, check it
Your butt-naked premonitions have been dismissed
And 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, rest resist
If any of these sentences have you confused
I'll make it simple just for you, check it
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
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 wah-wah
You pitiful excuse for a house-trained pet
You're just stress and aggravation
Just because you said come over
Don't mean I want to smell your stinking breath, so
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
Listen, Mister, you may posses a BM
Yes, we could be friends
Or perhaps we could go out on a date
Then again, no, 'cause you get no wins
For Salt-N-Pepa, we're more than just a pair of flavored skins
The it y'all, grand finale
We're on our way to Cali first class
So, Miss, I truly wish you would dash
And stop rubbing up on my butt cheeks, see
No, you can't get my number
No, I'm not going home with you after the jam
Check it out, emphatically no
Hell no, now bust it, yes, I 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 want to hot spit
Hot spit, chewy, groovy guy you're not
No glances at my chest, freshy
You're lusting for my flesh
Swollen like a mole that can't find his hole
Yo cousin, the hornets keep buzzin' as I say
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
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
No, that's enough, right?
No, no, no, no, no, no