None Of Your Business — текст песни (Salt N Pepa)





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...



Статистика сайта
В нашей базе исполнителей: 36455, текстов песен: 420034