Salt N Pepa - None Of Your Business Lyrics
Whats the matter with your life?Why you gotta mess with mine?Dont keep sweatin what I doCuz Im gonna be just fine - check it outChorusIf I wanna take a guy home with me tonightIts none of your businessAnd she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekendIts none of your businessNow you shouldnt even get into who Im givin skins toIts none of your businessSo dont try to change my mind, Ill tell you one more timeIts none of your businessNow who do you think you arePuttin your cheap two cents in?Dont you got nothin to doThan worry bout my friends? check it...I cant do nothin, girl, without somebody bugginI used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasntThey told me to change, they called me names, and so I popped oneOpinions are like *****s and everybodys got oneI never put my nose where Im not supposed toBelieve me, if hes something that I want, Im steppin closerIm not one for playing high-poleLike the house of ditty 90210 type of the hoI treat a man like he treats meThe difference between a hooker and a ho aint nothin but a feeSo hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like meYoure poppin all that mess only to stress and to spite meNow you can get with that or you can get with thisBut I dont give a shit cuz really its none of your business[1993, s and p, packin and mackinBamboozlin and smackin suckers with this trackThrow the beat back in!]ChorusHow many rules am I to break before you understandThat your double-standards dont mean shit to me?I know exactly what you say when I turn and walk awayBut thats ok cuz I dont let it get it to meNow every move I make somebodys clockinDont ask me nothin, will you just leave me alone?Never mind whos the guy that I took home...to boneOk, miss thing never givin up skinsIf you dont like him or his friends what about that benz?Your pep-peps got an ill repWith all that macaroni trap for rap you better stepOr better yet get your head checkedCuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cardsNo, I aint hard like the *****es on a boulivardMy face aint scarred, and I dont dance in barsYou can call me a tramp if you want toBut I remember the punk who just humped and dumped youOr you can front if you have toBut everybody gets horny just like youSo, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-*****Peps ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your businessChorusSo the moral of this story is: who are you to judge?Theres only one true judge, and thats godSo chill, and let my father do his jobCuz salt and pepas got it swingin againCuz salt and pepas got it swingin againCuz salt and pepas got it swingin againCuz salt and pepas got it swingin again...
