Salt N Pepa - None Of Your Business lyrics

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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-nine-oh-two-one-oh 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...