Salt N Pepa - Spinderella's Not A Fella Lyrics
When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked upShe's gonna fix up anything that's mixed upWhen the record gets cut the crowd is lift upYou might think it is but...ChorusSpinderella's not a fella - what you say?Spinderella's not a fella - that's okSpinderella's not a fella - watch her playSpinderella's not a fella - but a girl dj? spins you won't getAnd flip the vocal style, rip the instrumentalNice on a slice, swift on a mixThose who dis will then be dismissedLike a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed herIf you can't put up then shut the hell upAll you mixmasters and cutmastersTrue grandmasters even jammastersListen to what i'm sayin' on the micShe's hard as a man, too sexy for a dykeSo let your ears hear what your mind can't conceiveGot a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no jokeWith the microphone you're toastGet ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghostCheck the style plus the swiftnessDon't take my word for it, you be the witnessNo one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouthThe needle won't stick, it's the record they hugNo alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin'Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? she's just wouldn'tMake believe what she can do indeedYou're dealing with the queen of speedCuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleedNow then, you know what i mean...ChorusShe's the inch long on the mixboardPut your tape on pause and press recordNever does the same cut twice in one nightShe'll go solo toe-to-toe like a viceGrip the turntable and flip the record overHeat up the party like a supernovaBecause it's a girl don't mean jackIf jill tried to get ill, she'd get slappedWanna know her name and why she came?Not to cause trouble but to entertainI'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fellaThe mix empress...spinderella!Yeah, that's her titleThe god of speed is her dj idolCuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiacOnly when the scene's packed will she react toAnyone who dares to compareThe comp will be too much too bearBut this chick is big on tricksWith her wrist she'll flip within a spiltSecond, she's flexin' and checkin'The level of the power meter will not be less thanTen degrees, her sound won't distortMixin' ain't a job to her it's a sportWhen the turntable speaks, take your adviceMy homegirl is nicer than niceShe's a ?, a slave to the rhythmIf the crowd wants action then she'll give 'emMore than they can handle, this ain't a scandalIf the mix is mangled she'll untangleIt with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit?The way she can switch from groove to grooveWith no room to improve [yeah, i'm telling you]ChorusCuts are made to be played not fadeSpin won't behave if she ain't paidTo get down, no let downPut your bets down and just check howShe moves with the grace of a cat being patThe wax hits hard as a batAutomated just like automationImitation causes irritationYou owe it to yourself to see herGo backstage and meet herGet her autograph, take a photographI know that's too much to askWord, but don't give up hopeSpinderella's not a fella, spinderella's dopeChorus
