Pimp C - My Angel lyrics
[Pimp C - My Angel lyrics]
I wanna dedicate this song to my momma
Knahmtalkinbout? Happy birthday momma
(hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday
Through all the bullshit niggas
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
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 niggas 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 niggas if
You brang the drama
My angel an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel
That angel is miiiine annn-gel
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
Niggas 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 niggas come through I put
That? on his ass ay, ay, ay
My angel an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel
That angel is miiiine annn-gel
Knahmtalkinbout? Happy birthday momma
(hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday
Through all the bullshit niggas
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
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 niggas 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 niggas if
You brang the drama
My angel an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel
That angel is miiiine annn-gel
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
Niggas 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 niggas come through I put
That? on his ass ay, ay, ay
My angel an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel
That angel is miiiine annn-gel