Karaoké None of Your Business Salt-N-Pepa

What's the matter with your life why you gotta mess with mine

Don't keep sweatin' what I do 'cos I'm gonna be just fine check it out

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm given skins to

So don't try to change my mind

I tell you one more time

Now who do you think you are puttin' your cheap two cents in

Don't you got nothing 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 opinions are like asshole an' everybody's got one

I never poke my nose where I'm not supposed to

Believe me it be something that I want I'm stepping closer

Not one for playing high pole like the high sedity nine o two one ow type of ho

I treat a man like he treats me the difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothing but a good feast

So hold your tongue tightly wish you could be like me

You poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me

Now you could get with that or you could get with this

But I don't give a shit 'cos really it's none of your business

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm given skins to

So don't try to change my mind

I tell you one more time

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 okay 'cos I don't let it get to me

Now every move I make somebody's clockin'

So ask me nothin' will ya just leave me alone

Never mind who's the guy that I took home to bone

OK

Miss Thing never given up skins

If you don't like him or his friends what about that band

Your pep pep's got a ill rep for all that macaroni trap for rap you better step

Or better yet get your head checked

'Cos I refused to be played like a fifty cent trick deck of cards

No I ain't hard like the bitches on the 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 regular butt necked peps ass gets respected

Miss but it's none of your business

If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

Now you shouldn't even get into who I'm given skins to

So don't try to change my mind

I tell you one more time

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