J. Jackson ft. M. Elliot - Son of a Gun


(IN HIT)

Ha ha ho ho thought you'll get the money to?
greedy motherfuc*er try to have the cake and eat it to.

(TEXT 1)

Sharp shootin' it to breakin' hearts, a baby gigolo,
a sex pistol, hollering at everything that walks,
no substance, just small talk. Know why you fellin' on that girls behind, you got a sleazy, one track mind.
Work at your work until you'll think you find...
who's goin' home with you tonight.

(CHORSE)

Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who'll you gonna steal from who's your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh, what are you gonna tell her after she discovers that you don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, dragout gunslinger shoot em' up.

I beet you think this song is about you?
I beet you think this song is about you?
I beet you think this song is about you?
I beet you think this song is about you?
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

(TEXT 2)
Sweat in me, but I'm not your type..
You think you irk in me?
Maybe you all right, I rather keep your trash than
throw you out... Stupid bitch in my beach house,
now I not gonna act like no fool, gonna play this story,
by my nigga rules. Not me sucker, I'll never bee your lover, I'll gonna make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker

(CHORSE)


(TEXT 3)
Gotta ship up on your shoulder, I just knock it off..
Show me what ya goin' to do, I ain't gonna run..
You have just run out ammunition. Shoot your blacks now,
You son of a gun.

(CHORSE)