音效
界面
难度等级
口音
界面语言
1
和/或在社交方面支持我。网络:
Son Of A Gun (Remix)
(专辑: All For You - 2001)
[Janet Jackson (Carly Simon):] Ha-ha, hoo-hoo Thought you'd get the
money too Greedy motherfucker Try to have your cake and eat it too (Missy, remix) [Missy Elliott:] Yo, check this out, you greedy motherfucker I
changed all the
credit cards And switched the
lock to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around 'cause I'm chilling, boy Whatcha go and get your lawyers for I
makes my dough in just one show, 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 that you could bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I
need you, I
betcha you don't 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 uh, how much you worth? I
think negative, done [Janet Jackson:] Sharp shooter into breaking hearts Baby gigolo, a
sex pistol Hollering at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you feeling on that girl's behind You got a
sleazy one-track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's going home with you tonight [Janet Jackson (Missy Elliot):] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (That's 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (Oh!), gonna be a
showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (Shoot em' up) [Janet Jackson & 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 (yeah, yeah) I
betcha think this song is about you Don't you Don't you Don't you Don't you [Missy Elliott:] Remix! I'm doing better without you And I'm happy without you [Janet Jackson:] Sweating 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 lead story on the
nigga news Never be your sucker I'll never be your lover Id rather make you suffer You stupid motherfucker [Janet Jackson (Missy Elliot):] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim That's 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh (Oh!), gonna be a
showdown (Missy) Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up (Shoot em' up, come on) [Missy Elliott:] You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walking round like you down, you don't give a
fuck 'Cause you don't really want beef, I'll take it to the
streets See, I'm a
lover not a
fighter, but I'll crack ya teeth Boy, plea plea nah don't bother me 'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me You wanna beez in the
streets with the
freaks neaks But now you up on dem knees, still joggin me But I
ma say it real real, keep it real What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick (Misdemeanor!) Cause I
da deal, still here with appeal and it's real Don't front cause boy I
da shit I'm doing better without you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa And this song is about you, playa Motherfucking son of a
gun [Janet Jackson:] Got a
chip upon your shoulder I
just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I
ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shooting blanks now You son of a
gun [Carly Simon:] Missy, Janet, Carly [Janet Jackson (Missy Elliot) {Carly Simon}:] Oh (Oh!), who you give it to Who you gonna steal it from Who's your next victim (That's right, like) Oh (Oh!), who you gonna lie to {No, no, no, no, no} Who you gonna cheat on Who you gonna leave alone (That's what I'm talking about) {It's not what you say, its what you do} Oh (Oh!), what ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her {You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you} Oh (Oh!), gonna be a
showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up {Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you} (Shoot em' up) [Janet Jackson & 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 (yeah, yeah) 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 Don't you [Janet Jackson:] Ha-ha, hoo-hoo Thought you'd get the
money too Greedy motherfucker Try to have your cake and eat it too I'm gone
完毕