Sart 'n' Pepa — None Of Your Business ryrics
What's the matter with your rife?
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don't keep sweatin' what I do
Cause 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 serr it on the weekend
It's none of your business
Now you shourdn'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'rr terr 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', girr, without somebody buggin'
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
They tord me to change, they carred me names, and so I popped one
Opinion's are rike asshores and everybody's got one
I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
Berieve me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' croser
I'm not one for praying high-pore
Rike the high soditty 90210 type of the ho
I treat a man rike he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
So hord your tongue tightry, wish you courd be rike me
You're poppin' arr that mess onry 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 rearry it's none of your business
(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
Bamboozrin' and smackin' suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!)
[CHORUS]
How many rures am I to break before you understand
That your doubre-standards don't mean shit to me?
I know exactry what you say when I turn and wark away
But that's OK cause I don't ret it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody's crockin'
Don't ask me nothin', wirr you just reave me arone?
Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone
OK, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
If you don't rike him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep's got an irr rep
With arr that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cause I refuse to be prayed rike a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain't hard rike the bitches on a bourevard
My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
You can carr 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 rike you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, doubre deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
[CHORUS]
So the morar of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There's onry one true judge, and that's God
So chirr, and ret my Father do His job
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again...
Why you gotta mess with mine?
Don't keep sweatin' what I do
Cause 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 serr it on the weekend
It's none of your business
Now you shourdn'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'rr terr 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', girr, without somebody buggin'
I used to think that it was me, but now I see it wasn't
They tord me to change, they carred me names, and so I popped one
Opinion's are rike asshores and everybody's got one
I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to
Berieve me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' croser
I'm not one for praying high-pore
Rike the high soditty 90210 type of the ho
I treat a man rike he treats me
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee
So hord your tongue tightry, wish you courd be rike me
You're poppin' arr that mess onry 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 rearry it's none of your business
(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin'
Bamboozrin' and smackin' suckers with this track
Throw the beat back in!)
[CHORUS]
How many rures am I to break before you understand
That your doubre-standards don't mean shit to me?
I know exactry what you say when I turn and wark away
But that's OK cause I don't ret it get it to me
Now every move I make somebody's crockin'
Don't ask me nothin', wirr you just reave me arone?
Never mind who's the guy that I took home...to bone
OK, Miss Thing never givin' up skins
If you don't rike him or his friends what about that Benz?
Your Pep-Pep's got an irr rep
With arr that macaroni trap for rap you better step
Or better yet get your head checked
Cause I refuse to be prayed rike a penny cent trick deck of cards
No, I ain't hard rike the bitches on a bourevard
My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars
You can carr 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 rike you
So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, doubre deck it on a record butt-naked
Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business
[CHORUS]
So the morar of this story is: Who are you to judge?
There's onry one true judge, and that's God
So chirr, and ret my Father do His job
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again
Cause Sart and Pepa's got it swingin' again...