Ain't got no big gun, I ain't got no big gun I said I ain't got no big gun, I ain't got no big, big, big gun
your money Ain't got no big gun I ain't got no big gun I said I ain't got no big gun I ain't got no big, big, big gun
money Ain't got no big gun, I ain't got no big gun I said I ain't got no big gun, I ain't got no big, big, big gun
Übersetzung: Twisted Sister. Big Gun.
run in a gleaner One big stone mi use an lick dung maria An den mi drawfi Helena, di Sister When mi a go through girls town mi flex like a twister
sister You paperweight, bring her this way, son, I'ma diss her You know the flav, raidin airwaves and transistors With no delay I hold you at bay, the brain twister
wanna shoot me like a terrorist but I don't give a FUCK, cause I'm takin care of this Trigger finger got blisters Heard from your sisters, you be rollin on the twisters
fugitive Acceptin all collect calls throughout the bid Like a big sister, I've got major love She waved my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove While you
: Hello I'm stress, Fuck you! You're fired, and pregnant 'Cause I control this twisted carnival, hit the exits I spent your rent on killin' children,
whoever might have thought I was playin' I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond
pour some for your little brother I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits After that,
, Texas in a semi truck Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one that's built up On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike Took the Big
love 'cause I'm richer When I used to push them things I flip quicker Niggaz wanna twist 'cause Boobonic and Mr Are cuttin' big brothers and fuck they little sister
Everybody packing, what the fuck them niggaz gon' do Everybody pimpin', everybody mob Everybody bout to get mutha'fuckaz robbed These niggaz fucking with the wrong one, pistol whip with the big gun
out Pettiness like lady's chatter It seems to complicate the matter I grit my teeth, my senses chatter There's nothing much makes me madder and I leap out For big
