Janet Jackson Feat Missy Elliot Son Of A Gun Remix Lyrics

Son Of A Gun Remix Lyrics

Son Of A Gun Remix

 Janet Jackson Feat. Missy Elliot

 

 

 [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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