Roxanne Shanté - What's on Your Mind

The question is
Question number one is that is
Is what's on your mind?
What's is on your mind?
What's on my mind?
Yeah, what is on your mind?
Well, I guess
You guess what? (Since you wanna know)
Yeah, I do want to know

There's a few things that I'd like to know (what's that?)
If you fuck a drug dealer does that make you a ho? (Yup)
No, it doesn't, what makes you say that, G? (Yes, it does)
C'mon now, how are you livin' out there, B? (I don't know, how you livin'?)
So that means this much you know is true
So that makes your girl a ho, too (hell no)
How come? ('Cause she's not, I don't sell drugs)
Please, c'mon, who you handing that shit to?
C'mon, tell me now, what do you do?
You wear a lot of gold (yeah)
And keep a lot of money (uh-huh)
You tell me you make records (yup)
Honey
C'mon now 'cause I ain't goin' for it
And all that other bullshit, huh, I'll just ignore it
If a guy buys you things just because he likes you
Girls gets jealous and then they want to fight you (word)
C'mon, now, huh, I ain't wit' it
And all that other stuff like I said, forget it (your havin' it)
'Cause now I see that you wanna be unkind (oh yeah)
What I am saying is, what's on your mind?

What's on your mind, Shanté?
But I can imagine what's on your mind
I've been trying to tell you but (tryna tell me, what?)
Let me tell you something else I want to let you know
Yeah? What's that?

When a guy that doesn't have nothing, wants to say something
You know he's just frontin' (yeah)
Trying to pop shit, saying he got this and that (aight)
When he ain't got a pot to piss in ,in fact (what?)
And now he's trying to say that he's getting over
C'mon now, I think you're drunk, you better sober (sober?)
Sober up, so you can hear what I am saying (what are you saying?)
What's on your mind?
And I'm not playing

I'm not tryna hear that, what are you saying?
You ain't sayin' nothin'
Damn, he keeps sayin' the same shit
So what?

Well, for the last time
This is what is on my mind (what is on your mind?)
I gotta gets mine, I gotta get lined (word)
I gotta get styles 'cause I have to make you holla (yeah)
Make you scream and then grab you by the collar (aight)
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 (word)
I have what all the fellas need (word?)
And if they gotta pay for it that's what they'll do
What the fuck is you laughing for? I'd give some to you
And if I do, you know that you would take it
Now stand there and pretend like you wouldn't fake it (stop that, you better stop that)
But then again, no need to act tough
'Cause if I was to give you some, you don't have enough
Not enough to get me, to get any (you got to be mad)
C'mon now, you tryin' to pop shit like you got plenty
Plenty of money? Huh? You got plenty of shit
And after that, to tell you, I ain't goin' for it (yeah, I got plenty of that too)
And now you really want to get unkind?
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 to let you know how I feel about everything

Girls gotta get paid whether she's a freak (word)
There's no need to hide it, there's no need to sneak
'Cause if you're getting paid then don't feel ashamed (there's no shame)
And if they call you a ho then that's not your name
Because your name could be any way you want it (word)
And let me let you know right now, if you gotta pawn it (sounds good)
Or gotta front it or let me know how you be
Well, be like me and get paid, can't you see?

Nah, you got people lookin' for you
Now, you just mad
'Cause your, 'cause your girl don't look like I do
Ain't got half of what I got (you got people after you)
Ain't got shit goin' for her (everybody and they brother wanna get you)
And she dropped out the 8th grade (they looking for you)
Bitch got nappy hair (yeah)
And don't know what the fuck to do with herself (don't play yourself)
She be tryna get in shows, beggin' for passes and shit (you're real funny)
And that's all she wanna be with you for (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you know it and she didn't even visit your ass
So don't get me mad

Written by:
Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Roxanne Shante

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