Lyrics:
shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something
Money,
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
astonishment cut their hands
They said, How perfect is Allah
This is no man
This is none other than a noble angel
She said, This is the young man about whom you
destiny
Ending up with a women in every man dreams
She's magical, an angel from the sky
Burning like a spanish fire fly
Impossible just not to fall in love
And no take another look in a cookbook
Remember Moses Davis, yes Beenie Man
Inna his mouth, Lord God, put a new song
Talented excellent entertainer
Help
My number one chick on my back like skin it’s just
Wait til we ride by empty the clip a bit
I’m so Rebel...I’ll fist fight the devil
A Black Man
nine when my pops died
But I had someone that I knew was an angel
I wasn't always an angel
We used to go raving in Uxbridge
Get on a wave and just bus it
7/ 10/19 - ABSOLUTE FINAL - REVISED PER POST PRODUCTION
Set: White House / Oval Office - President Roosevelt behind his desk; music plays
burning fires
Seven your desires
I am he, the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
burning fires
Seven your desires
I am he, the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
Japanese, Spanish, Indian, Negro and Vietnamese
MC's, Disc Jockeys to all the fly kids and the young ladies
Introducin' The Crew ya got to see to believe
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or,
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or,
says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
don't even really like those
I don't really see me with a beenie no more
Mans not hot porque a soul ta cold
Nigga quer beef while I'll bone ya hoe
Better
the Vega
And get lit, what, what, what
Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From reefers, drenching divas in E7
Dirty Cash
Dirty Cash
Yeah, uh
Uh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin' like the Tri-Boro
DBN, yeah by the coast, oh
Man, I'm doing it for my true fans, fuck the foes, oh
Yeah, I'm grinding, rocking new Vans, money calls, oh
I'm simply doing
the Vega
And get lit, what, what, what
Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From reefers, drenching divas in E7
Or where somebody like me's gonna wind up going
All I know is that I have already been
Parked in a Chevy by the deep river rolling
And that summer night,
guardian angel To the devils fire so come on come on come on be my guardian angel until the day we fucking die
Look Ima load the M16 load that bitch up
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