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JANET JACKSON Son Of A Gun (Remix) Lyrics, singer by JANET JACKSON
[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.
