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What's the matter with your life? |
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Why you gotta mess with mine? |
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Don't keep sweatin' what I do, |
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Cuz I'm gunna be just fine, |
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Check it out! |
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Chorus: |
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If I - Wanna take a guy, |
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Home with me tonight, |
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(It's none of your buisness.) |
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And if she - wanna be a freak and, |
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sell it on the week-end, |
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(It's none of your buisness.) |
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Now you - Shoulden't be gettin' in to, |
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Who im givin' skins to, |
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(Its none of your buisness.) |
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So don't - Try to change my mind, |
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I'll tell you one more time, |
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(Its none of your buisness.) |
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/Chorus |
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Now who do you think you are? |
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Putting your cheap two cents in? |
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Don't you got nothin' to do than worry bout my friends? |
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Check it! |
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I can't do nothin' girl, |
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Without somebody buggin' |
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I used to think it was me, |
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But now I see it wasn't, |
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They told me to change, |
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And called me names, |
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Then so I popped one, |
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Opinions are like assholes, |
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And everybody's got one, |
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I never poke my nose in, |
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Where Im not supposed ta' |
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Belive me if he's something that I want, |
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Im steppin closah' (closer) |
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I'm not one for playing Hi-Po, |
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Like a house o' ditty, nine o' two one o type of ho, |
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I treat a man like he treats me, |
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The diffrence between a hooker and ho, |
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Ain't nothin' but a fee, |
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So hold your tounge tightly, |
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Wish you could be like me, |
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You poppin all that mess, |
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Only to stress and to spite me, |
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But you can get with that, |
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Or you can get with this, |
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But I dont give a shit, |
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Cuz really its none of your buisness. |
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(1993, S and P, packin' and mackin' |
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Bamboozlin' and smackin' suckers with this track |
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Throw the beat back in!) |
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Chorus |
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How many rules am I to break before you understand, |
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That your double standards don't mean shit to me. |
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I know exactly what you say, |
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When I turn and walk away, |
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But thats okay, |
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Cuz I dont let it get to me, |
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Now every move I make, |
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Somebodys Clockin', |
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So ask me nothin, |
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Will you just leave me alone? |
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Nevermind who's the guy that I took home... |
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To bone. |
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OK! |
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Miss thing never givin up skins, |
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If you dont like him or his friends, |
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What about that Beeenz? |
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Your Pep-Pep's got an ill rep |
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With all that macaroni trap for rap you better step |
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Or better yet get your head checked |
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Cuz I refuse to be played like a penny cent trick deck of cards |
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No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulivard |
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My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars |
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You can call me a tramp if you want to |
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But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you |
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Or you can front if you have to |
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But everybody gets horny just like you |
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So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked |
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Pep's ass gets respect, and this butt is none of your business |
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CHORUS |
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So the moral of this story is |
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who are you to judge? |
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Theres only one true judge |
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and thats God so chill and |
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let my father do is job |
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salt n papa swinging again |
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(REPEAT AND FADE OUT) |
