Текст песни Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (Remix), слова песни Janet Jackson

Текст песни Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (Remix)

Janet Jackson - Son Of A Gun (Remix) слова песни

[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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Son Of A Gun (Remix)

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