She knows just what I like
The angel on my bike
She found me down on a two-ton anchor
Tangled up in a wire
She always gets it right
The angel on my bike
I could be killed if the train goes faster
Well, angel, watch my life.
I can't handle a care
I want, but I can't be there
While angel's at prayer
It's 45 miles on that highway
Angel, double a prayer
Half asleep with my eyes on the white lines
Elvis in need of repair
I only wanted to believe
That angel it's me that you need
And there's only, only one heart on that highway
Angel, double a prayer
I can't handle a care
I want, but I can't be there
While angel's at prayer
I can't handle a care
I want, but I can't be there
While angel's at prayer
Now it's hard time on these wheels
These fairytales
Turn to rusted steel
And it's gettin' hard now to believe
She's seein' me
Angel, please, tell me can't you see
Angel it's only me
Angel it's only me
Well I can't take a care
Oh man I want but I can't be there
While angel's at prayer
I can't handle a care
I want, but I can't be there
While angel's at prayerw/ J.T. The Bigga Figga
From Heat (Compilation album)
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love
[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask
Cuz I'm Bout It Bout It like the TRU
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
[Hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
[J.T. The Bigga Figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young G's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the Snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the UK
Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G
Cuz I'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya g