Artist: Janet Jackson Album: N/A (0000) Title: Son Of A Gun (P. Diddy Remix)
Lyrics Son Of A Gun (P. Diddy Remix)[Chant: Janet] Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have the cake and eat it too
[Intro: P. Diddy] (Let's go) This... is... The... remix (Now, that's that shit right here) Bad Boy, baby Janet, J.J. (This goes out to all the clubs, ya feel me?) The one and only And you fine, Miss
[Verse 1: Janet] Sharp shooter into breakin hearts Baby gigolo, sex pistol Hollerin' at everythin that walks No substance just small talk Know why you feelin on that girl's behind You gotta sleezy - one track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's goin home with you tonight?
[Missy] (I) changed all the credit cards (and) switched the locks 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 for I, makes my dough in just one show, you know Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know When you sue me, you gonna be broke you know Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy) Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me What made you think I'd keep you around While I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?) You slump, bump, son of a gun And a, how much your worth? I think negative Don (This is the remix)
[Hook: Janet (Missy)] Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (the right, like) Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about) Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown Knock down drag out Gunslinger 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 you Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?) Don't you Don'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, sure But you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys We did this last week Ma, don't get ammnesia (Remember?) All this back and forth gotta quit By the way, this is the remix!
[Verse 2: Janet (Missy)] 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 bitch in my beach house Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool And be the lead story on the nigga news Not me sucker I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)
[Missy] You must have thought you had game, like nigga, what? Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a fuck But you don't really wanna beef and take it to the streets, See I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth Boy I plead please, nah, 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'mma say it real, real, keep it real, What the deal? How you feel? Is ya ill? Is ya sick? (Misdemeanor) Cuz I'm the deal, still here, what the feelin' Is real, don't front, cuz boy I'm the shit
I'm doing better with out you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa And this song is about you, playa Muthafuckin' son of a gun (Janet)
[Bridge: Janet (Missy)] Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off (oh) Show me what you gonna do (uh) I ain't bout to run (uh) You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here) Shootin blanks now (uh) You son of a gun
[Hook: Janet (Missy)] Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown Knock down drag out Gunslinger 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 you Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?) Don't you Don't you
[Chant: Janet] [2x] Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too |