Lirik Lagu Son Of A Gun (Remix) - Janet Jackson F/ Missy Elliott, Carly Simon
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(Janet)Ha haHoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy, Greedy, GreedyTry to have your cake and eat it too
(Carly)Missy.....remix
(Missy)Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker(I) changed all the credit cards(and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe)Whatcha go and get your lawyers forI, makes my dough in just one show, you knowYour lawyer shoulda let you know, you knowWhen you sue me, ya gonna be broke you knowAin't know you way you could bring me down (easy)Any chick that you stick is real sleazyBefore I need you, I betcha gon' need meYou ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be meWhat made you think I'd keep you aroundWhile I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?)You slump, bump, son of a gunAnd a, how much your worth?I think negative Don
(Janet)Sharp shooter into breakin heartsA baby gigolo – a sex pistolHollerin at everythin that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feelin on that girl's behindYou gotta sleezy - one track mindWorking your work until you think you findWho's goin home with you tonight
*Hook
(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)Oh (oh), who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victim (the right, like)Oh (oh), who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh (oh), gonna be a showdownKnock down – drag outGunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)
(Janet & Carly)
I betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah)I betcha think this song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't you
(Carly)ReeeeemixI'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you
(Janet)Sweatin me but I'm not your typeYou think you irk me and you're so rightI'd rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid bitch in my beach houseNaw I ain't gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNot me sucherI'll never be your loverI'm gonna make you sufferYou stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)
(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)Oh (oh), who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victim (the right, like)Oh (oh), who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy)Knock down - drag outGunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)
(Missy)You musta thought you had game like nigga whatWalk around like you down, you don't give a fuckCause you don't really want Beef until you hit the streetsSee, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teethBoy, plea plea nah...don't bother meCause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata meBut now you up on dem knees, still joggin meBut I ma say it real real, keep it realwhat da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sickCause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's realdon't front cause boy I da shit
(Carly)I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa)
(Missy)And this song is about you (playa), motherfucka, son of a gun (Janet)
(Janet)Gotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it off (oh)Show me what you gonna do (uh)I ain't bout to run (uh)You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here)Shootin blanks now (uh)You son of a gun
(Carly)Missy, Janet, Carly
Repeat *Hook
(Janet)Ha haHoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy mutherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it too
I'm gone
(Carly)Missy.....remix
(Missy)Yo check this out, you greedy motherfucker(I) changed all the credit cards(and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe)Whatcha go and get your lawyers forI, makes my dough in just one show, you knowYour lawyer shoulda let you know, you knowWhen you sue me, ya gonna be broke you knowAin't know you way you could bring me down (easy)Any chick that you stick is real sleazyBefore I need you, I betcha gon' need meYou ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be meWhat made you think I'd keep you aroundWhile I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?)You slump, bump, son of a gunAnd a, how much your worth?I think negative Don
(Janet)Sharp shooter into breakin heartsA baby gigolo – a sex pistolHollerin at everythin that walksNo substance just small talkKnow why you feelin on that girl's behindYou gotta sleezy - one track mindWorking your work until you think you findWho's goin home with you tonight
*Hook
(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)Oh (oh), who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victim (the right, like)Oh (oh), who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh (oh), gonna be a showdownKnock down – drag outGunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)
(Janet & Carly)
I betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah)I betcha think this song is about youDon't youDon't youDon't youDon't you
(Carly)ReeeeemixI'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you
(Janet)Sweatin me but I'm not your typeYou think you irk me and you're so rightI'd rather keep the trash and throw you outStupid bitch in my beach houseNaw I ain't gone go and act a foolAnd be lead story on the nigga newsNot me sucherI'll never be your loverI'm gonna make you sufferYou stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)
(Janet with Missy in parenthesis)Oh (oh), who you give it toWho you gonna steal it fromWho's your next victim (the right, like)Oh (oh), who you gonna lie toWho you gonna cheat onWho you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell herAfter she discoversYou don't really love herOh (oh), gonna be a showdown (Missy)Knock down - drag outGunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)
(Missy)You musta thought you had game like nigga whatWalk around like you down, you don't give a fuckCause you don't really want Beef until you hit the streetsSee, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teethBoy, plea plea nah...don't bother meCause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata meBut now you up on dem knees, still joggin meBut I ma say it real real, keep it realwhat da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sickCause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's realdon't front cause boy I da shit
(Carly)I'm doing better with out you (playa) and I'm happy without you (playa)
(Missy)And this song is about you (playa), motherfucka, son of a gun (Janet)
(Janet)Gotta chip upon your shoulderI just knocked it off (oh)Show me what you gonna do (uh)I ain't bout to run (uh)You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here)Shootin blanks now (uh)You son of a gun
(Carly)Missy, Janet, Carly
Repeat *Hook
(Janet)Ha haHoo hooThought you'd get the money tooGreedy mutherfuckersTry to have your cake and eat it too
I'm gone
