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Salt N Pepa - Hot, Cool, & Vicious Album Lyrics



Salt N Pepa - Hot, Cool, & Vicious Lyrics






Push It

Ah, push it
Ah, push it

(Hit it)

Ooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby
Ba-baby, baby (get up on this)

Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Ah, push it (hey, get up on this)
Ah, push it

(Get up on this)
Ow baby
Salt and Pepa's here
Salt, Salt, Salt, Salt, Salt and Pepa's here
Salt, Salt, Salt, Salt, Salt, Salt and Pepa's here
Salt and Pep-, Salt and Pep-, Salt and Pepa's here
Salt, Salt, Salt
Salt and Pepa's here

Now, now, now, wait a minute, y'all
This dance ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers
Get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!

Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat
Come on girls, let's go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it
Push it good
Ah, push it
Push it real good
Ah, push it
Push it good
Ah, push it
P-push it real good

Hey
Ow
Push it good

Ooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby
Ba-baby, baby

Push it good
Push it real good
Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

Push it good
Push it real good
Push it good
P-push it real good

Ah, push it
Get up on this (uh)
Get up on this (uh, uh, uh)
Get up on this (hey)
Get up on this (hit it)

Boy, you really got me going
You got me so
I don't know what I'm doing
Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Boy, you really got me going
You got me so
I don't know what I'm doing
Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Ah
Ah, push it
Push-push-push it, push it
Push it, Push-push-push it, push it
Push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it
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Writer: Herby Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Beauty And The Beat

Oooh, baby, I like the sound when
The switch is on, and you start poundin'
Out my radio and pretty soon
Salt and Pepa will boom into the room

Clap your hands now people, clap hard
Clap your hands now people, clap your hands
Clap your hands now people, stomp your feet
Clap your hands now people, clap with me

Listen hard and tell me what you hear
Is it noise or is it def beats in your ear?
You said you want one, and now you got some
Vicious snare, high hats, and a bass drum
First the mix empress to impress you
Cutting right on time and I'll bet you
Didn't know it (did you?), you can't believe it (could you?)
Word to life, I swear, we wouldn't kid you
And she can cut it up like a wild animal
Slicing and dicing away as a cannibal does
Cuz only a beauty can make you people clap with me

Who is the best?
We are the best!
Who's one of the best?

You're one of the best!

Why am I so def? Why don't I have flaws?
Why do I cut for Salt and Pepa? Because
When my turntable talks your body will listen
To a message ?? tested and kickin'
Out of my speakers and into your sneakers
Providing conversation for the woofers and tweeters
When I play the Technics obey
Cuz I'm a fader translator, a mixboard slave
And I'm-a do like this on 'em...this on 'em

When I'm on the floor, beat is like romance
The rhythm makes love to me as I dance
And from what I see it's about to be
A relationship between beauty and the beat
Word up y'all, it's a royal ball
Turn hip-hop clubs into concert halls
Inside is live, if I use up highs
Twelve hundred ??
Power in high drive, the woofers don't lie
Opposites attract so the birthrate's high
Your chest and ribcage the bass is poking at
(Lower the what?) Stop joking...
We can't do that it possess power
You ask how-a people get louder

(Uh, step aside, sir....
Sir, will you please step aside for the....)
Salt and Pepa MC's represent beauty
We want y'all to see why we're the only
Nominee nominated representing our race
This jam is dedicated to all the pretty faces
And we're gonna rock like you like
Spinderella on the mix, Salt and Pepa on the mike
And we can satisfy your desire
We can make your body perspire
Make the men all want to get with it
Then take 'em down to the ultimate
Sounds and I say: Spinderella's not a fella
But a girl DJ!
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Writer: HERB AZOR, HERBY AZOR, HERBY E. AZOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Tramp

What'd ya call me?

Yo, yo, D, yo, check out them girls over there, man
?? ready, you down? Let's roll on 'em
You wid it? Come on, let's do it
Hey-a, yeah, my name's Hurby Luv Bug this is my man D
We're checkin' y'all out, we know y'all were checking us out
So we said hey, what the hell, just roll on over but...
Y'all wanna come down over to the crib?
A little place I got over there in the Hills
Ya know, fat jacuzzi...we can get busy

Homegirls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this a simple rhyme
Cuz this type of thing happens all the time
Now what would you do if a stranger said hi?
Would you dis him or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'd become a victim of circumstance
Am I right, fellas? Tell the truth
Or else I'm-a have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

Mmmm-hmmm, babe, I ain't gonna lie - you look good
I know it - I look good, too
But why don't you and me and my dog
Go do the do

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude?
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's God's gift to the world
You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothing but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me he can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want
It's me (Why?) Because I'm so sexy
It's me (What?) Don't touch my body! (Boy!)
Cuz you see I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip I think he's a...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

Huh, what? Hey, whoa, wait a minute...
It's not what it looks like, baby, just chill
Wait a minute, where you goin'?
I'm tryin' to tell you it ain't exactly...
Look, what are you doin' with that bat?

On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course, I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs
Trying to change the whole subject
Cuz everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said, "You's a sucker!
Get your dirty mind out the gutter
You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treating me like no prostitute"
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser
You're on a mission, kid - yo, he's a...

Tramp (What'd ya call me?)

Yo, baby, come here for a second
I ain't your baby, tramp
You sick little...
Oh yeah? Your sister

Tramp
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Writer: Jimmy McCracklin, Lowell Fulsom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




Ill Take Your Man

Salt and Pepa's back
And we came to out rap you
So get out my face before I smack you
Ho, don't you know? Can't you understand?
If you mess with me I'll take you man

Well I'll take your man right out the box
And put him under my padlocks
So when you see us together
Chillin' in the place
Cold walkin' and sportin' him in your face
Go ahead roll your eyes, suck your teeth
Keep huffin' and puffin' like a dog in heat
You can call me a crook, a robber, a thief
But I'll be your butcher if you got beef
You know what's up, I ain't no poo-putt
'Cause Pepa kick butts off dumb
Young bucks like you
And the rest of your crew
If moms want static I'll diss her, too
So scram, you know who I am
Damn chick, don't play me, punk
'cause I'll take your man

I'll take your man whenever I feel like it
This ain't a threat or a bet
It's a damn promise
From me to you, your sex life's through
If you get another lover, I'll take him, too
All I have to do is say a rhyme or two
And he'll hop and leave you like a kangaroo
I'll make him heel for me, even steal for me
His mother and father, he'd kill for me
That's what you get for trying to play smart
Now take a hike with that slayed-up heart
Girl, you don't know if
You're comin' or goin' look at your face
Your jealousy's growin' and showin'
Don't get mad, you don't have the right
I throw below solo but ladylike on the mic
Psyche is where I win my battles
I'll handle you like a baby with a rattle
Don't make me prove to you that I can
Either give him up or get slammed
I'll take your man

I'll take your man, that's right
But just for spite
Because you tried to dis me when
I was on the mic
But I really don't want him
The guy ain't fly, shoot
He can't afford to buy a Fila suit
Runs the same old gear, never has fresh wear
What he whispered in my ear
I can't repeat here
I don't wanna seem to be so damn mean
But you're the hippiest critter
I've ever seen before I got on the stage
You wished me good luck
Turned around and told your friends I suck
Well look at you now, you ain't got nobody
Searching for love in a fifth of Bacardi
You look bad, girl
You look like you're dying
Ain't no use in crying, I'll take your man

Yo, Cher, school this fool!

I'll take your man, your fiancee
Your husband
You ain't Alice, this ain't Wonderland
And when I say I will, you know I can
Don't mess with me 'cause
I'll take your man

I'll take your man anytime
At the drop of a dime
'Cause he's rappin' and strappin'
So hard on mine
Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look
The brother's eyein' me down
He's staring down my throat
But he's a ducker sucker, soft hearted punk
Goin' skiing for skeezers, stunts for blunt
So that's why y'all have so
Many things in common
Him for just robbin', you for lap slobbin'
I never ever went out my way to get played
I keep guys like yours held down at bay
You know I can, I got the upper hand
Tramp, you don't stand a chance
'cause I'll take your man

Most girls have guys that's good to go
But yours is slow, he's a freakin' a-hole
The fact still stands
There's no change in plans
"Yo, Pepa, your wish is my command!"
Now you know, you know I'll take yourman
Check him out, you see what I mean?
He's leading the pack as the fellas scream
"Go, Sandy! Get busy! Go, Sandy! Get busy!"
It's so easy to make 'em fall for me
Heather no man can resist Salt and Pepa
Because we're perfect from head to toe
It's not speculation, your man says so
Revenge is sweet but payback's a trip
Girlfriend, you won't know which is which
But I'll tell you this: don't
Try to answer this jam
Because if you do then I'll take your
And I'll take your and we'll take your man
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Writer: Bootsy Collins, Bernard Worrell, George Clinton, Jr., George Jr Clinton, Herby Azor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Its Alright

Hey-a, forward the music selector
We get tougher, aye (??)
Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics
With the serious lyrics, right?

It's all right

We gonna take it to the top
We're gonna make your body rock
And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot
So come, get on, hop on the dance floor
If you want to declare war - it's all right

It's all right

Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight
Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw
For torturing and murdering MCs
Who try to recreate def rhymes like these
On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)
Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a
Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa
We smash MCs with one big stepper
Here to rule, MCs I school
The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool
That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains
And my full name is Cheryl James - all right

It's all right

It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse
I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst
I sucker all suckers by selling a dream
When I serve and strengthen any rap team
We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax
So tell your family and your friends
That we're here to attack
We prepare to win a battle at any cost
Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right

It's all right

And when I rhyme a funky rhyme
Till my throat is sore
When I rhyme till you just can't take no more
You disagree? Kill the noise
Cuz you know I can
Just place the microphone inside my hand
And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics
You gotta admit, you disagree?
Ask your man - even he's on it
Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode
At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right

It's all right

Now when we came, we saw, we conquered
Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad
You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad
Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass
So don't mess around, don't make me laugh
You gotta be jokin', you will get broken
I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'
Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind
So you better notify your next of kin - all right

It's all right

Rip it again, right
It's all right
Rewind selector right
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Chick On The Side

Don't touch me! Get away from me!
Homeboy, you better stop it, keep up you're gonna get it
Your mouth is gettin' sassy, don't make me have to hit it
Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
You told me that you didn't, but I knew you were with it

[CHORUS]

Bet you got a chick on the side
Sure you got a chick
I know you got a chick on the side
(Love bandit, love bandit)

[Repeat]

Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
I seen everything through the window pane
You and your other lover, that's really insane
And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
I got another finger I can put it on
You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
Instead of running around with every girl in town
I heard you on the phone the other day
Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
I finally caught onto your little game
Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)

[CHORUS]

Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
Whatever game you play I play the same way
So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
Wherever you're at you want this and that
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
I got another lover, and I know he cares
So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
In loving arms this teddy is ready
He fixed the table for his and hers
And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
I can't express the feeling that I get
So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
And try to be cool, collected, and calm
He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah

[CHORUS]

You're at the window starin' at the sky
Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
You're not by my side sharing the dream
That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
I call you every day, ask to get into your home
I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




I Desire

We're on a mission
Dissin' all of the opposition
MCs, it's my butt you're kissin'
Because I desire

Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear
Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a career
Others try to imitate but none has come near
So you see why everybody stands up and cheer
And if you really think about it you know what it means
To be a female rapper from the heart of Queens
And see others dream about being supreme
But once on the scene we start killing kings
People claim we're too wild to tame
On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame
And oh, so cool when we rap you need a sweater
The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather
Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better
Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why - cuz I desire

DJs come and go just like the wind
But mine is better than all of them
She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut
More lethal than a laser if you wanna play rough
Not the object of a show, subject to cut ??
?? tell you Spinderella's dope
Call her Spin for short but she don't take ??
Wanna duel? You're a fool ??
Choppin' beats for these until the turntables bleed
Scratches so damn hard you'd swear the mixer had fleas
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop craze which I desire

Salt from the Pepa and my name is Cher
From Queens, New York not Delaware
I like my steak well-done cuz I hate it rare
And I'm lovable and huggable like Yogi the Bear
Pepa from the Salt so do not rip
Cuz if you do I'll shift from first to fifth
Lights out, it's heard, I thought you were dead
Short, fading went I went upside your head
So get back to the beat cuz the beat is bad
The beat pro and the bass gets much impact
The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass
We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place cuz I desire

While you're on the set let the cameras roll
Salt and Pepa are the stars, the world's the video
Your room is boomin' when we're on your stereo
So hold on tight, don't dare let go
We're the teachers, you're the students - class is in session
Pay attention boys and girls, and learn your lesson
We're running things, yes, we're taking over
You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower
Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack
Not trying, succeeding cuz it's like that
Hot damn, how could you be so doggone dumb?
Trying to dis Salt and Pepa when we're number one?
But we excuse you cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a daze
Like every duck you're confused in so many ways
Giving nothing, taking all whether big or small
We got a ?? beat and it's dope, def y'all
Every day of the week you're at my beck and call
You wanna try me out? You don't have the gall cuz I desire
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Writer: HERB AZOR, HERBY AZOR, HERBY E. AZOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




The Showstopper

Once again my friends and countrymen
Lend us your ears and eyes
The Showstopper is stupid fresh
When will you be satisfied?

Yo, bust it Sandy D. (Yo, what's up?)
Have you ever been to jams when people just stand
They pay to come in, and they don't even dance? (They're so)
They're so uncouth, they think they're cute
Am I lying? (No, it's the truth)
Right now, gonna show you how it's supposed to be
'Cause we, the Salt and Pepa MCs
Will chance the circumstance rocks your pants
My fans (number one fans), this is called the jam

(Please, please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please don't stop it)

Sandy (what?)
Sandy (what?)
Sandy, we'll be breaking hearts, ya know (well that's true)
It's all about money though
But Douglas and Richie won't like it (so?)
Come on then, let's stop the show

Uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh, uh, oh no
Uh, ooh, uh, uh, oh no

Yo, this beat is stupid fresh
Huh, yeah, you know it, cold dissed Doug Fresh
Top choice, of course, the rest is soft
Set it, s-set it, set
S-set it off (set it off), do it (do it y'all)
Set it off (set it off), do it (do it y'all)
Set it off (set it off), do it (do it y'all)
Set it off, do it

(Please, please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please, please don't stop it)
(Please, please, please don't stop it)

Listen up, I ain't down to rap
(Are you serious?) Just like a heart attack
(Come on now, Cher) I don't want to
(Get on now, Cher) do I have to?
Yeah

Well I really don't have too much to say
Yo, then here's my story anyway
It's just a little somethin' too hot to be missed, girl
I was going downtown (was she?), Serious
Sure took the train home from work
Pissed off because of a stain on my shirt
The train made a stop (where?) 205
And a little soft guy walked inside
He wore plastic Bally's and a booty Gucci suit
Cracked a little smile to show the fake gold tooth
(Was he cute?) Negative, he was a dupe
Instead of Polo he wore Brut
He said, "La-di-da-di"
What? It was 'bout the
(La-di-da-di) uh-huh, word to mother

The boy was rude, I didn't approve
He tried to make a move I said, "Stop it, dude"
I started to cuss and began to swear
He said, "Listen dear, I like the way you comb your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
Is there something that I can do
To show how much I really care?
Like when I'm all alone with you
My heart just skips a beat or two
And you put that fire inside of me
That shows it's more than just a dream
And I like it, and I like it"
I said, "Please, don't get excited"

Don't you know I'm too young for you, mister?
Sally from the Valley, she's my sister
And that lady you dissed, that was my mother
You hurt two of my family, you won't get another
He tried to deny it, said it was a lie
He wanted to explain, explain to me why
I said, "Don't bother, there's really no need
Sally died when she hit the concrete"
He said, "Come on, you're puttin' me on"
As I got up to walk he sang this song

Oh, baby please don't go
What must I do to show?
The way I feel for you, girl
Is got to be real
But in reality, I know we'll never be
'Cause you're still walking away from me", ohh

A diss, a diss
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Writer: Herby E. Azor
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




My Mic Sounds Nice

Are you ready?
Yo, Hurb, take it from the top, one, two

My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three

Are you ready
To rock y'all, to the beat y'all?
A-keep on and you don't stop
Rockin' on, keep rockin' on

I'm the queen on the mic and it's true when I say that
The Pepa MC is here to stay and you know
If I was a book I would sell
'Cause every curve on my body got a story to tell, yeah
Word 'em up, w-word 'em up 'cause
I'm so fly, nobody can deny
The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I
Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def
Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh
Yes, so tough you know it is a must
Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush

'Cause I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on
Yes I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on
Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn
Like a needle on a record when it plays a song
Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn
And you know I got to be on
Mcs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last
Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin', ask
Me no questions, I'll tell no lies
It's just a little warning, a word to the wise
You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'
But on the bottom is where you're staying

You're wack, I thought you understood
You're not related to me so you could never be good
I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)
'Cause you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)
You babble on the microphone about what you wish
But could never be, so please
Don't tell me how you're gonna rock
Don't brag about the things that you ain't got
Don't feed me lies 'cause now I'm full
My cow just died, I don't need your bull

Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit
One, two, one, two, alright, thanks

My mic sound nice, check one
My mic sound nice, check two
My mic sound nice, check three

Right about now as you can see
In the place to be
We're not talking about geometry
History or biology
So Sandy D. explained it to me
Why do they call you the Pepa MC?
You mean you don't know? Uh-uh that's a shame
OK Salt, let me explain

I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished
Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish
I wanna make one and all understand
I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand
The room temperature reaches a hundred and four
You can scramble eggs on the floor
The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar
Sweat will drip down to your drawers
The Pepa MC is like hot ice
And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice

Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest
You're blessed with one of America's best
So I think y'all better count your blessings
When Salt's in the house, hell's in session
It's a fact that I will wax
Mcs out there are gonna get taxed
Rockin' to my funky beat
I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me
'Cause this is the year all men fear
Female MCs is movin' up here
Salt and Pepa is strictly biz
You know the color of this, you know what time it is
"Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass
"Nature" describes our pretty face
Turning out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out
Ch-check it out
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Writer: Herby Azor
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Hot, Cool, & Vicious is the debut studio album by American hip hop trio Salt-N-Pepa. Released by Next Plateau Records on December 1 1986, it was the first rap album by a female rap act to attain gold and platinum status in the US.

Hot, Cool, & Vicious reached the top 40 on the US Billboard 200 chart. The album included the single "Push It", which reached the top 20 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and number two on the UK Singles Chart after being propelled by a remix, and was nominated for Best Rap Performance at the 31st Annual Grammy Awards.

The album has sold approximately four million copies worldwide. It became the first album by a female rap act to attain gold and platinum status by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Performed By: Salt N Pepa
Genre(s): Hip hop
Released: December 1st, 1986
Year: 1986

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