Waptrick Salt N Pepa - None Of Your Business Song Lyrics

  • What's the matter with your life?

    Why you gotta mess with mine?

    Don't keep sweatin' what I do

    Cause I'm gonna be just fine - check it out


    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 high soditty 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 cause 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!)


    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 cause 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

    Cause I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards

    No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulevard

    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


    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

    Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

    Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

    Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again

    Cause Salt and Pepa's got it swingin' again..

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