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 boy

Spinderella's not a fella, what you say?
Spinderella's not a fella, that's okay
Spinderella's not a fella, watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ

[Unverified] 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, burns and speed up
If you can't put up then shut the hell up
All you mix masters and cut masters
True grandmasters even jam masters

Listen to what I'm sayin' on the mic
She's hard as a man, too sexy for a Dyke
So let your ears hear what your mind can't conceive
Got a cut for your butt on the mix y'all she's no joke

With the microphone you'll 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 mug
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

Spinderella's not a fella, what you say?
Spinderella's not a fella, that's okay
Spinderella's not a fella, watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ

She's the inch Lord on the mix board
Take your tape off 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 she'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 split

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 my advice
My home girl is nicer than nice
She's a captain, 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)

Spinderella's not a fella, what you say?
Spinderella's not a fella, that's okay
Spinderella's not a fella, watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ

Cuts are made to be played not saved
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
The impact of 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

Spinderella's not a fella, what you say?
Spinderella's not a fella, that's okay
Spinderella's not a fella, watch her play
Spinderella's not a fella but a girl DJ