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Ogni Maledetta Domenica - Who You Gonna Call (Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)

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!