Son Of A Gun Remix Feat .Missy Elliott
Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun Remix Feat .Missy Elliott
[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.
[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz I m chillin boy
Whatcha goin get your lawyer for
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Ain t no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ain t want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth I think negative, done
[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you re feelin on that girl s behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin your work until you find
Who s goin home with you tonight.
[Janet Missy]
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna give it to Who you gonna steal it from
Who s your next victim That s right now
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone That s what I m talkin about
Oh, Oh! What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her
Oh, Oh! It s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up
[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don t you, don t you, don t you.
[Missy]
I m doin better without you, and I m happy without you.
[Janet]
Sweatin me but I m not you re type,
You think you irk me, and you re so right,
I d rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I ain t gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, I d never be your lover,
I d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****
[Janet Missy]
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna give it to Who you gonna steal it from
Who s your next victim That s right now
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone That s what I m talkin about
Oh, Oh! What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her
Oh, Oh! It s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up
[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what
Walkin round, like you re down, you don t give a
But you don t really wanna be forgot into the streets,
I m a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, don t bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ain t know how to chill wit me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still joggin me.
But I m gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal How you feel Is it real Is you sick
Cuz I m the deal, still here, what the feelin
Is real, don t front, cuz boy I m the
I m doin better without you, playa, and I m happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!
[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off,
Show me what you re gonna do, I ain t bout to run,
You have just run out of ammunition,
Shootin blanks now, you son of a gun.
[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly
[Janet Missy]
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna give it to Who you gonna steal it from
Who s your next victim That s right now
Oh, Oh! Who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone That s what I m talkin about
Oh, Oh! What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you don t really love her
Oh, Oh! It s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot em up
[Carly over Janet and Missy]
No, no, no, no, no, it s not what you say, it s what you do
You re so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Don t you, don t you, don t you, don t you.
[Janet & Carly]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Don t you, don t you, don t you.
[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you d get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too. |
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