Lyrics

[Intro] (I got it) (I got it) Shanté: The question is question number 1 is that is Is what's on your mind? Man: What's is on your mind? (I got, I got, I got, I got it) Shanté: What's on my mind? Man: Yeah, what is on your mind? Shanté: Well I guess… Man: You guess what Yeah, I do want to know. (I got it) [Verse 1] Shanté: There's a few things I would like to know Man: What's that? Shanté: If you're fuck a drug dealer does that make you a hoe? Man: Yup Shanté: No it doesn't. What makes you say that? Man: Yes it does Shanté: C'mon now, how are you living out there? Man: I don't know. How you livin? Shanté: [?] This much you know is true. So that makes your girl a hoe, too Man: Hell no! Shanté: How come? Man: Cuz she's not, I don't sell drugs Shanté: Please, c'mon who you handing that shit to? C'mon tell me now, what do you do? You wear a lot of gold Man: Yeah Shanté: and make a lot of money Man: Uh-huh Shanté: You tell mе you make records Man: Yup Shanté: Honey C'mon now, causе I ain't goin' for it And all that other bullshit, huh, I just ignore it If a guy buys you drink just because he likes you Girl gets jealous and then they want to fight you Man: Word Shanté: C'mon now, I ain't wit it And all that other stuff like I said, forget it (I got it) Now I see that you wanna be unkind Man: Oh yeah Shanté: What I am saying is, what's on your mind? Man: What's on your mind, Shanté? But I can imagine what's on your mind I've been trying to tell you but Let me tell you something else that I want to let you know Man: Yeah? What's that? (I got, I got, I got, I got it) [Verse 2] Shanté: When a guy that doesn't have nothing, wants to say something You know he's just frontin' Man: Yeah! Shanté: Trying to pop shit, saying he got this and that Man: Aight Shanté: When he ain't got a pot to piss in, in fact Man: What? Shanté: And now he is trying to say that he's getting over C'mon now, I think you're drunk, you better sober Man: What? Shanté: Sober up, so you can hear what I am saying Man: What are you saying? Shanté: What's on your mind? And I'm not playing Man: I'm not trying to hear that What are you saying? You ain't sayin' nothin' Man: Well what? Shanté: Well, for the last time This is what is on my mind Man: What's on your mind? Shanté: I gotta gets mine I gotta get lined I gotta get styles Cause I have to make you holla Man: Yeah! Shanté: Make you scream and then grab you by the collar Man: Aight! Shanté: Take you to law or rather the tailor Let you know now, huh, I'm not a failure I am the one that will always succeed Man: Word! Shanté: I have what ALL the fellas need Man: Word! Shanté: And if they gotta pay for it Man: (Laughter) Shanté: That's what they'll do What the fuck is you laughing for? [?] you And if I do, you know that you would take it Now stand there and pretend like you wouldn't fake it Man: Stop that, you better stop that Shanté: But then again, no need to act tough Cuz if I was to give you some, you don't have enough Man: Stop that! (Laughter) Shanté: Not enough to get me, to get any C'mon now, you tryin to posture like you got plenty Plenty of money? Huh? You got plenty of shit And after that, I ain't goin' for it Man: Yeah! I got plenty of that too Shanté: And now you really want to get on time? I'm asking you again, what's on your mind? And before you can even say what's on my mind again Let me just finish it off so you can know how I feel about everything [Verse 3] Shanté: Girls gotta get paid, whether she's a freak Man: Word! Shanté: No need to hide it, there is no need to sneak Man: There's no shame Shanté: Cuz if you're getting paid, then don't feel ashamed And if they call you a hoe, then that's not your name Because your name could be any way you want it Man: Word! Shanté: And let me let you know right now, and if you got to pawn it Man: Sounds good Shanté: Or got to front it Or let me know how you beef Well be like me And get your cake and be free Man: Nah, you got people lookin' for you Shanté: Now, you just mad Cuz your girl don't look like I do Ain't got half of what I got Man: You got [?] ass jeans Shanté: Ain't got shit goin' for her Man: Everybody and their brother want to get you Shanté: And she dropped out of the 8th grade Man: They looking for you Shanté: Bitch got nappy hair Man: Yeah Shanté: And don't know what the fuck to do with herself Man: Don't play yourself Shanté: She's tryin to get in shows Beggin' for passes and shit Man: Haha! You're real funny! Shanté: And that's why she want to be with you for Man: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Shanté: And you know it! And she didn't even visit your ass So don't give me that Shanté and Man: (Laughter)