Son Of A Gun (Remix) - Janet Jackson f/ Carly Simon & Missy Elliot
(Janet Jackson:) 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 motherf***er I changed all my credit cards And switched all the locks To all my doors You thought my heart Would be destroyed Look around 'Cause 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 as* 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 Jackson:) 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 Jackson and Missy Elliott:) 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 Jackson and 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 Elliott:) I’m doin’ better without you And I’m happy without you (Janet Jackson:) Sweatin’ me but I’m not your 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 nigga news Not me, sucker I’d never be your lover I’d rather make you suffer You stupid motherf***er (Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott:) 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 Elliott:) 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 'Cause 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? 'Cause I’m the deal Still here, what the feelin’ Is real, don’t front 'Cause boy I’m the I’m doin’ better Without you, playa, and I’m happy without you, playa This song is about you, playa Motherf***er son of a gun Janet (Janet Jackson:) 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 Elliott:) Missy, Janet, Carly (Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott:) 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 Simon:) 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 Jackson and 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? (Janet Jackson:) Ha, ha, who, who Thought you’d Get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake And eat it, too