| Oh, Saturday night special, little suit me right
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| And it ain’t the kinda blade you can use in a fight
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| Made 'em along, well, it’s all that I need
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| You can shove it your standards, 'cause I have my own creed
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| Ain’t got no big gun, I ain’t got no big gun
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| You call me mean mistreater, 'cause the name don’t suit me right
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| When it come to time to bleed her, I’ll make my cut go line
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| Know what I got and I know just how to use it
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| You can keep a child away, boys, 'cause I don’t wanna lose it
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| Ain’t got no big gun, ain’t got no big gun
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| I said I ain’t got no big gun, ain’t got no big gun
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| (Solo — left: Jay Jay, right: Eddie)
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| Call me blacker jacker, 'cause the bingo lickin' good
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| And when you’re linin' all your backup, I keep you everything a wood
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| 'Cause I been so lonely, baby, withouta ain’t no quested honey
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| And if you were my good girl, give me your lovin', all your money
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| Ain’t got no big gun, I ain’t got no big gun
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| I said I ain’t got no big gun, I ain’t got no big, big, big gun |