Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You) (Extended Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Janet Jackson & P. Diddy] Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too Let's go This...is... the...remix This that shit right here Bad Boy, baby, yeah Janet, yeah, JJ This goes out to all the clubs Damn, you fine, girl Feel me? [Verse 1: Janet Jackson] Sharpshooter into breaking hearts A 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 gotta sleazy one track mind Working your work until you think you find Who's going home with you tonight [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I changed all the credit cards And switched the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around 'cause I'm chilllin', boy Whatcha go and gеt your lawyers for? I, makes my dough in just one show, you know Your lawyеr shoulda 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 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 slum, bum, son of a gun And uh, how much your worth I think negative, dunn [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson, Missy Elliot, P. Diddy] (This the remix, come on) Oh (Oh), who you gonna 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), it's gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslingin' shoot 'em up [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, 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 (They call me Diddy) Don't you (Yo, Janet, listen) [Verse 3: P. 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 amnesia (Remember?) All this back and forth gotta quit And by the way, this is the remix [Verse 4: Janet Jackson] 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 gon' go and act a fool And be lead story on the nigga news Not me sucker, I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer You stupid motherfucker [Verse 5: Missy Eliott, Janet Jackson, P. Diddy] You musta thought you had game like nigga what Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck 'Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me 'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks And now you all up on them knees still jocking me But I'ma say it real real, keep it real What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick? (Misdemeanor) 'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real Don't front 'cause boy I'm the shit (I like that, let's go) I'm doing better with out you, playa And I'm happy without you, playa (That's right) And this song is about you, playa (It's about you — what? Come on) Motherfuckin' son of a gun [Bridge: Janet Jackson] Got a chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you're gonna do (I like this) I ain't 'bout to run (Come on) You have just run out of ammunition (Yeah) Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson, Missy Elliot, P. Diddy] Oh (Oh) (Bad Boy, baby), 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 Gunslingin' shoot 'em up [Interlude over pre-Chorus: Carly Simon] 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? [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, P. Diddy] I betcha think this song is about you (Don't 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, 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 (Who you talkin' 'bout?) [Bridge: Janet Jackson & P. Diddy] Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too I like this One more time, say it for me one more time, baby, come on now Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too This is the remix, let's bounce [Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, 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) (Yeah, who you talkin' 'bout) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you (Who you talkin' 'bout?) I betcha think this song is about you (I like this right here, come on) I betcha think this song is about you (Come on, put your hands in the air) I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah 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 (Who you talkin' 'bout?) [Outro: P. Diddy] Bad Boy, baby This is how I like it right here And we gonna break it down for you right here And she won't stop, JJ, come on JJ, I see your head is rockin' Ayo, yo, hold up, come on now (And she won't stop) Hold up, hold up ('Cause she can't stop) Hold up, hold up, stop, don't fade it, don't fade it Don't fade it yet, man Turn the music back — come on, turn the music back up (I like this right here) What we gonna do right now We're gonna dedicate the rest of this portion for the dancers This is called the super extended mix, check this out (Hitmen, baby) You know, I wanna take it back to when people wasn't afraid to let a record play for ten minutes I'ma take it back to when, you know, when Janet was Penny Ayo, let's go to the bridge, come on, let's go, y'all (Shake that ass, come on) I like this, uh (Shake that ass, come on) (Shake that ass, come on) Keep bouncin' now (Yeah, uh, just bounce) Don't stop, oh yeah, come on I like the way it's going down (Hitmen, baby) Don't turn me down Don't fade me Keep me rockin', let's go Just, bounce, strictly for the dancers Ooh, you do the Electric Slide like a motherfucker on this, uh, ah, yeah Let's bounce, come on Big shout out to, big shout out to Devyne in the house Russell Rush, P. Diddy, Bad Boy, Virgin Records, holla Russell Rush — you remember when Russell made that record? Oh, let's go, come on Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah This is strictly for the dancers This version'll probably never make it And I know I have a personal copy in my CD player Big shout out to Nisan, Dante, Rio, Hitmen, baby And we won't stop, uh-uh Can't, oh, oh, this so funky, it's so, oh Why you be so mean? Come on Let's go, woo Nah, don't fade me down yet, oh, check it My feet hurt from dancin', but I ain't gon' stop, oh Just bounce What you talkin' 'bout? Ooh Another Visa, another set of keys We did this last week, Ma, don't get amnesia