hand Feel my arm, feel my arm Feel my fist, feel my fist Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love
Übersetzung: Big Black. Fists Of Love.
got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker
re gushy, so please don't push.. me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screamin Because you know I love
warn you, all bout the black liberty Me warn you, all bout we equality Me warn you, all bout Marcus Garvey Me beg you, have fi love his Majesty Selassie
proceed To give you what you need It's been so long It's been so real So magnificent, thank you [Diddy:] Tell me who shot Big (who shot Big) And take
you're gushy, so please don't push.. me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screamin Because you know I love
tried, but she never could escape you She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why? What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? What kind of love
never could escape you She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why? What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? What kind of love from a
a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black belt and I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball
truck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup To jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour Watch the big bank stack
It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love
: I'm put together beautifully Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth I'm perfect piece of ass Like every Californian So tall I take
Bully niggas betta hold it (down) [Verse 1 - Big Scoob] Left, right, right, left, he's toothless Not (?) but the Big homie's ruthless With my two fists
think too little your world dance wit mud puddles my shit Evian, I love trouble start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle big every down
to talk Let me light my backport (lights up) (exhales) That's why we need to sit down And talk about the black and the brown Yo, I love Los Angeles,
: Verse 1: Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits
: [BIG] Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence