Tytuł: Who you gonna call

• Wykonawca: Missy Elliott
• Wyświetleń: 187

  
   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!