Текст песни Janet Jackson f Carly Simon, Missy Ellio - Son of a Gun Remix 12"
Janet Jackson f Carly Simon, Missy Ellio - Son of a Gun Remix 12" слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Chant: Janet]Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you`d get the money tooGreedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too[Intro: P. Diddy]This... is...The... remix(Now, that`s that shit right here)Bad Boy, babyJanet, J.J.(This goes out to all the clubs, ya feel me?)The one and onlyAnd you fine, Miss[Verse 1: 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[Missy {P. Diddy}](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 {This is the remix}[Hook: Janet (Missy)]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)[Chorus: Janet & Carly {P. Diddy}]I betcha think this song is about you {Who you talkin` `bout?}I betcha think this song is about you {Who you talkin` `bout?}I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) {Who you talkin` `bout?}I betcha think this song is about youDon`t you {Who you talkin` `bout?}Don`t youDon`t youDon`t you[P. Diddy (overlaps last 2 lines)]They call me "Diddy"(It wasn`t me!) Whatchu talkin` `bout lawyers for?(It wasn`t me!) Why you wanna change locks and doors?(It wasn`t me!) Well, maybe it was, sureBut you know tomorrow, you`ll love me some moreI`m back, another Visa, another set of keysWe did this last week Ma, don`t get ammnesia (Remember?)All this back and forth gotta quitAnd by the way, THIS IS THE REMIX![Verse 2: Janet (Missy)]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?)[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 streets