Lyrics:
high, sex on a plane
Hey newscaster, we about to rain
Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon
Blow him up, finna explode
All
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
got no doubts (Nigga how you heard)
Heard it by the word of mouth
One, Two, fuck around and get chopped and screwed
Three, Four we kicking down ya door
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
publicity
But we have no cast
But André, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one, too
"Dear André, what a charming gala
Christine
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written !
ANDRE
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music has her under his
fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
Th-th-the way that I rhyme, blow nigga's mind
Like the first time you
you niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G
such music
Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o´er the plains
the set out your mouth if you ain't claimed it yet
You know the D.H.G.C. Snoop Nate Tray-D
Goldie Loc and the Angels bangin' and we stay G
[Goldie Loc]
Now
the bombity
But just livin' in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
We're comin' with that G shit, that
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
such music
Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o´er the plains
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Angels we have heard
such music
Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o´er the plains
you heard a thug cry he really tryna survive?
A couple years have went by he workin', got a 9 to 5
By clutchin' on that steel pipe he really ain't tryna
the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
(Snoop Doggy Dogg)
We're comin with that G
Glo-glo-glo-gloria
Yeah, yeah ooh hoo hoo
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plain
And the mountains
I'm hopin' for
Can have anythin' you want, I took an oath, I swore
Baby, live your best life, you shouldn't grow by force
All in your own time, G
don't forget to mention me
The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic
We left a large solar
You got Cain and Abel
This is an old story, friends
Aren't we past nursery school? Let's settle the matter
You have a recording of your brother
have your (?) space turkey has knocked up slightly off course.
KWIRK
Well, Lemon...
SMOCK
It?s Leh-meen, sir.
KWIRK
Now we must get back
Monsieur, don't argue -
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? Written !
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel
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