Salt-N-Pepa

Salt-N-Pepa - None Of Your Business songtekst

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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
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Auteur: Hurby Azor

Componist: ?

Publisher: Island Def Jam Music Group

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

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