Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Son Of A Gun (feat. Missy Elliott) , by - Jermaine Dupri. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Son Of A Gun (feat. Missy Elliott) |
| Ha, ha, who, who |
| Thought you’d get the money, too |
| Greedy, greedy, greedy |
| Try to have the cake and eat it, too. |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| I’m doin' better without you, and I’m happy without you. |
| 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***** |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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, Janet, Carly |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| Ha, ha, who, who |
| Thought you’d get the money, too |
| Greedy, greedy, greedy |
| Try to have the cake and eat it, too. |