Tekst :
[Intro]
I wanna dedicate this song to my momma, knahmtalkinbout?
Happy birthday momma (hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday
Through all the bullshit niggaz tryin to kill us, yup
Yeah, y knahmsayin? Uhh
The false divorces, child support court (that s right), all that
Nigga droppin out of school you stuck by me knahmtalkinbout?
Thank you... goin to jail
So a lot of motherfuckers be sayin stars up in the sky
But my star right here, that s my angel, knahmtalkinbout?
Check this out
[Pimp C]
I been on top of the world, and been on bottom of the grind
I came through in the fresh cars, playin surround
I been in the city sellin crack at the dopefiends
Tryin to come up Houston be strung out on promethazine
I used to smoke fry, wasn t scared to die
Every day when I wake up I wanted to get high
My momma came and got me from that devil dope
And keep me good even though I used to choose hoes
And sometimes with her older family members a lil bit wrong
But that s how I came up, makin rap songs
I been in this shit since 16, comin up
And puttin motherfuckers up on this thang up in this rap scene
Uhh, and when they took my money
Momma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out
The manager I had wasn t shit
The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a bitch
My momma stepped into this shit and went to every town
that we came to, every city puttin it down
And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said
Fuck that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uhh
So when you see me in the city with my T lady
Best believe we comin up and we ain t livin shady
I m her baby, and that is my only momma
I ll kill you bitch-ass niggaz if you brang the drama
[Chorus - sung]
My angel... an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel, that angel is miiiine
Annn-gel
[Pimp C]
Yeah tight, that s right
I was young, I used to get sick a lot
Now I m rich puttin it down with Rap-A-Lot
I used to have the flu, cold, and pneumonia
Niggaz always tried to come and try to move on ya
Cause in my city you either got to be a hustler
Or you re out on the corner, smokin crack and a buster
So I had to come up fast
When niggaz come through I put that {?} on his ass
Ay, ay, ay
[Chorus]
Tekst :
Desperate eyes make a desperate soul
Leave me with nothing here on my own
Simple distraction now tears you away
Searching for nothing here on your own
I m waiting for something to cover these wounds
I m waiting for closure here in this place
Simple distraction now tears you away
But i am not leaving here
Cause i m dying here
You run away
Though it s dark inside
I m alone in here
Played with your heart not with your mind
Stay for a memory we ll be alright
Played with your heart not with your mind
Stay for this memory
Desperate eyes make a desperate soul
Leave me with nothing here on my own
Simple distraction has torn you away
Searching for nothing here on your own
I m waiting for something to cover these wounds
I m waiting for closure here in this place
Simple distraction now tears you away
But i am not leaving here
Cause i ve died inside
You run away
But it s dark inside
I m alone in here
Played with your heart not with your mind
Stay for a memory we ll be alright
Played with your heart not with your mind
Stay for this memory
Tekst :
Panie magistrze, niech Pan mi powie,
W swej wychodzonej przez pięć lat mądrości,
Ile bije serce na minutę, gdy je tratować równo but za butem?
Czy ręka rynku,
Choć niewidzialna,
Karci Cię niczym namacalna?
Na ile liczysz?
Co w sobie masz?
Za ile mógłbyś zacząć zmieniać świat?
Doktorze nauk, co tak wygodną
Miejscówkę masz w gabinecie hamulcowym,
Czemu się boisz wystawić głowę, parowóz ujrzeć - twe miejsce ustawowe?
Czy ręka rynku,
Choć niewidzialna,
Karci Cię niczym namacalna?
Czy coś odmieniasz?
Czy tylko trwasz?
Za ile mógłbyś zacząć zmieniać świat?
Na pewno
Odkryjemy nową kartę,
Jeśli tylko,
Uprzednio,
Poczujemy się nażarci,
Wsparci siłą
Należną.
Niech pan mi powie,
panie doktorze, panie magistrze i profesorze!
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