like thunder Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice I'd like to know you better, and that's no lie Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? You're an angel from
with ya I'm kickin non-sequiturs To all my competitors so out your range don't give a what if I'm strange Come up to my room D'Angelo I want to bite
yeah, atlanta got it like that Philadelphia got it like that Texas got it like that, let me see Somebody else got it like that G: d.c. A: yea, d.c., d
know Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the
that now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death
now stick 'em up Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar
death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down
up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d
Have some manners say hello to to angels And watch out for Uranus I go nuts like a Danish Then vanish into thin air And stay in there This is D Carter
level far from the Devil Have some manners, say hello To the angels and watch out for Uranus I go nuts like a Danish Then vanish into thin air And stay in there This is D
?re the one for me And for her no more Now you think she?s got it all I got my kiki There?s a lot of things That I?d do to please you Take you to the
d, the d, the y, the d, the i, the d is diddy (hold up) Is diddy (c'mon,that shit's crazy) The d, the i, the d, the d, the y, the d, the I , the d is
right (You are my everything) My pretty lady (my pretty lady) (I wanna love you my pretty lady) Mr. Capone (You are my angel Baby, Baby) You?re my angel
He spent half his life searching barrooms at night For the sweetheart that he never found It was plain from the moment their eyes met They'd wind up in each others arms The lady
plane and claimed Everest You mine as well say the boy is Himalayan I ripped my rooms on the Moon Mr. Smith is comin soon The angel's feedin me cereal
slippin' to get the bottomless side of it How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an athiest Maybe it's the faith that is makin' this lady
true dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles
Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcastin' live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin', c'mon The first day of the rest of my life