Tytuł: None Of Your Business

• Wykonawca: Salt N Pepa
• Wyświetleń: 248

What's the matter with your life?
  Why you gotta mess with mine?
  Don't keep sweatin' what I do
  Cuz I'm gonna be just fine - check it out
  
  [CHORUS]
  
  If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight
  It's none of your business
  And she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend
  It's none of your business
  Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm givin' skins to
  It's none of your business
  So don't try to change my mind, I'll tell you one more time
  It's none of your business
  
  Now who do you think you are
  Puttin' your cheap two cents in?
  Don't you got nothin' to do
  Than worry 'bout my friends? Check it...
  
  I can't do nothin', girl, without somebody buggin'
  I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
  They told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped one
  Opinion's are like assholes and everybody's got one
  I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
  Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer
  I'm not one for playing high-pole
  Like the house of ditty 90210 type of the ho
  I treat a man like he treats me
  The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
  So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me
  You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me
  Now you can get with that or you can get with this
  But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business
  
  (1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
  Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track
  Throw the beat back in!)
  
  [CHORUS]
  
  How many rules am I to break before you understand
  That your double-standards don't mean shit to me?
  I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk away
  But that's ok cuz I don't let it get it to me
  Now every move I make somebody's clockin'
  Don't ask me nothin', will you just leave me alone?
  Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone
  
  Ok, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
  If you don't like him or his friends what about that Benz?
  Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep
  With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step
  Or better yet get your head checked
  Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards
  No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard
  My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
  You can call me a tramp if you want to
  But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you
  Or you can front if you have to
  But everybody gets horny just like you
  So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked
  Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
  
  [CHORUS]
  
  So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge?
  There's only one true judge, and that's God
  So chill, and let my Father do His job
  
  Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
  Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
  Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again
  Cuz Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again...