Salt N Pepa - Spinderella's Not A Fella (But A Girl DJ) lyrics

When the needle's picked up, the volume's kicked up She's gonna fix up anything that's mixed up When the record gets cut the crowd is lift up You might think it is but... [CHORUS] Spinderella's not a fella - what you say? Spinderella's not a fella - that's ok Spinderella's not a fella - watch her play Spinderella's not a fella - but a girl DJ ? spins you won't get And flip the vocal style, rip the instrumental Nice on a slice, swift on a mix Those who dis will then be dismissed Like a fever she'll heat up, burn, and feed her If you can't put up then shut the hell up All you mixmasters and cutmasters True grandmasters even jammasters Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic She's hard as a man, too s**y for a dyke So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive Got a cut for your bu*t on the mix y'all she's no joke With the microphone you're toast Get ya hyped and excite, mysterious as a ghost Check the style plus the swiftness Don't take my word for it, you be the witness No one lies when the truth is starin' them in the mouth The needle won't stick, it's the record they hug No alibis cuz the proof is in the puddin' Mistakes on hip-hop breaks? She's just wouldn't Make believe what she can do indeed You're dealing with the Queen of Speed Cuttin' the beats with ease, makin' the record bleed Now then, you know what I mean... [CHORUS] She's the inch long on the mixboard Put your tape on pause and press record Never does the same cut twice in one night She'll go solo toe-to-toe like a vice Grip the turntable and flip the record over Heat up the party like a supernova Because it's a girl don't mean jack If Jill tried to get ill, she'd get slapped Wanna know her name and why she came? Not to cause trouble but to entertain I'm-a tell ya don't mistake her for a fella The mix empress...Spinderella! Yeah, that's her title The God of Speed is her DJ idol Cuttin' like a maniac, clever as a brainiac Only when the scene's packed will she react to Anyone who dares to compare The comp will be too much too bear But this chick is big on tricks With her wrist she'll flip within a spilt Second, she's flexin' and checkin' The level of the power meter will not be less than Ten degrees, her sound won't distort Mixin' ain't a job to her it's a sport When the turntable speaks, take your advice My homegirl is nicer than nice She's a ?, a slave to the rhythm If the crowd wants action then she'll give 'em More than they can handle, this ain't a scandal If the mix is mangled she'll untangle It with a scratch on it, ain't that a bit? The way she can switch from groove to groove With no room to improve [yeah, I'm telling you] [CHORUS] Cuts are made to be played not fade Spin won't behave if she ain't paid To get down, no let down Put your bets down and just check how She moves with the grace of a cat being pat The wax hits hard as a bat Automated just like automation Imitation causes irritation You owe it to yourself to see her Go backstage and meet her Get her autograph, take a photograph I know that's too much to ask Word, but don't give up hope Spinderella's not a fella, Spinderella's dope [CHORUS]