she carries a big gun. Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun
but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun
Übersetzung: Ice-T. Big Gun.
nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Don't take much to make my gun go off One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you don't know you
re just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really
my dough and keepin my game tight Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night Yo Killa I don't think they readin my name right Cause it don't take a
the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the
couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him Ya heard me? {50 you tough} Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya
eatin on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When you don't got time, you ain't never late Come so victory is
go [Lil Wayne:] An I take probation I don't want that t.I. an vick vacation Private plane, big location Goin to the bank to make a big donation Yeah,
, go [Lil Wayne:] An I take probation I don't want that t.I. an vick vacation Private plane, big location Goin to the bank to make a big donation Yeah
come Towns, poeple stand clear, Phan's near Riding through the streets like Paul Revere on a charriot's chair [Prince Poetry] Tommy Gun-Big Punnin these
you was Vanilla Ice... Yo guess what... my nuuuuuuuuutz Here I go with the lyrical miracle... spiritual spiritual...you dont wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't
the cash at" [Sheek] you think we shoot his pocket sides deuce decuce and 25's you ain't takin' em' nigga you threatenin' lives I ain't frontin motherfucker I don't
, what Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four wheeled-it up I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough Her friends look like the type
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
give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See
's Wiganomics, no beginner, make it hot in the winter And my gun gonna speak the truth, I told ya to [Chorus 2X] [Shawn Wiggs] Aiyo, the block can't
