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MISSY ELLIOTT lyrics : "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 %#@!
Big star on top of your game


Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right

Will you call when your $$# 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 $$# 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 $$# 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 $$# 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 (*##$es man
Now your name is like %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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 $$# 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 $$# 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 $$# go broke

Them same friends who don't $#&@ 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 $$# gone broke
Your same friends don't want to $#&@ 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 %#@!, owww!

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