Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who You Gonna Call , by - Missy Elliott. Release date: 03.01.2000
Song language: English
Who You Gonna Call |
| Any Give Sunday baby |
| Oww! |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Oh zigi-zigi |
| Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh |
| Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi… |
| Oh you 'pose to be the man now |
| Cause you got cars, you got houses |
| You got yachts, you got diamonds |
| You got it all |
| Oh you livin' large right, heh |
| Well let me ask one thing |
| When you go broke |
| When you go broke |
| I bet those same friends yo don’t mess with you no more |
| Here we go uh |
| I was there when no one knew your name |
| I was there when you blew up, got large |
| And had all the fame |
| Now look how you do, uh |
| I was there when everything had changed |
| You think you the shit |
| Big star on top of your game |
| Now who you gonna call |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Now who you gonna call |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed |
| I gave you dough, mo dough |
| You don’t know to supply your need |
| What’s it gon' be (uh) |
| I was there I was the air you breathe |
| Until you became a big star |
| No need for me |
| Now who you gonna call |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Now who you gonna call |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Uh do you |
| Call when you fall boy |
| Call when you ain’t got boy |
| They don’t wanna roll with you |
| They don’t think you hot boy |
| What happened to you boy? |
| You are just a no-boy |
| Now you have no joy |
| Here we go |
| What happened to your Benz man? |
| What happened to your rocks? |
| Six shots that you pop in your bitches man |
| Now your name is like shit stink |
| You let the fame maintain |
| You done blew out your brains man |
| What happened to your diamond rings? |
| You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane |
| Beep, beep to your feet man |
| You’s a jeep man |
| With no friends and no game man |
| There he is, uh |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Now who you gonna call |
| When nothing’s right |
| Will you call when your ass go broke? |
| Will you call when you ain’t got no friends hanging with you? |
| And you ain’t that hot no more |
| Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh |
| Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke |
| Them same friends who don’t fuck wit you no more |
| Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call |
| Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call |
| Heh-heh, where all your friends now? |
| Where your homies now? |
| When you was on top of your game |
| Everybody wanted to hang around, huh |
| Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke |
| Your same friends don’t want to fuck wit' you no more |
| Who you gonna call huh? |
| You better understand reality baby |
| Never let the fame blow your brain, heh |
| Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi |
| Never let the fame blow your brain |
| Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh |
| Never let the fame blow your brain |
| Here we go, uh |
| And my choir sing, heh |
| Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins |
| And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww! |