Testo Angels - Ghostface feat. Doom
Testo della canzone Angels (Ghostface feat. Doom), tratta dall'album Natural Selection
Yeah, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart, y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
And this is Tony's Angels
Ayo, it was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents far beyond Narcs
Amazed by they beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets, knee high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Sky and Kelly
Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low 'cause my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted out of Albee Square
Gun out, wrap in they hair
Kinda crowded, so they clapped in the air
Chase a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks
These mamis real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran, they more they skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like check day, FedEx express way
Boom, bow, bing, you heard the gunplay
"Who shot the doc out the window?" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head!"
We can stop the fire, the suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up, come on girls to Club Med
Stay tuned, the Villain Threes Company
Don't Sleep, part one
Two brown sisters assisted the Villain DOOM
He woked up stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg it was more like a sweep
Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggering except for the socks and mask naked
Grabbed up the boxers fussing, pissed
Checking for the keys, stack, a robbery expected
Yet nothing obvious was missing
Recollecting now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti
Personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shotty
Chased Patrice with Thai iced teas
She drive wild nice, the veggie fried rice spicy
Told the hoes I don't feel so well, my belly
Roll down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go 'head and get the L's and get back, I'll be 'k
Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he? Seen the lobby, Rae
Peace, pizza man change a hundred, stop and look, nah
Whoops, left a knot in her pocketbook
Elevator's slow, is I'm that careless?
Enter the room and fell flat on the terrace
Woke up, dag, who bound and gagged him?
Got him for two out of three packed bags Magnum
Each gram of Villain sperm street worth a G
The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy
Fuck Charlie
That's right, Charlie
We gon' get back out there on the set
Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy
To be continued
You know what you gon' do
You too, Doreen, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
Uh huh, that's right, yeah, I'ma call in Theodore niggas
Swat team on alert and shit
Uh huh, yeah, that's right
Sky, you can't hide, baby
You got the best head, nigga
Word up
This real Angels shit, y'all my bitches
Toni Bosley in this bitch, nigga
Word up
Give me back my boots
Motherfuckers
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Writer(s): Rudy Amado Perez, Sarah Ann Mclachlan
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