How will I know when I?ll meet an angel? How will I know that I should go, baby, go? Oh baby, how will I know when I?ll meet an angel? How will I feel
Traduction: Blue System. How Will I Know.
if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You
system bring oppressors to knees I speak a language universal, check on how I use it Dwellers of this planet, labelled it as music I come and I go from
how the humans bleed As I sit up here and wonder "bout how you sold your mind, body and soul Looking at the fields so green I know this sounds obscene I
ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I
I do my thing for real" {Pharoahe! } "While I cooked up classics" - Common "The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine" "While I cooked up classics
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game and put my problems on layaway A black man but I feel so blue So I smoke green
it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch
since I got the inf. Dot on your head, take all your strength Yeah, I'm in it for the green I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga
trip, tie your shoelace When I spit, I split it, turn Harvey Dent into Two-Face Robin, I'm more than a sidekick, I'm more like the livest They wanna
see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i got bodyguards,
explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger
my family, the details on how they found me (Yes) Vigil by candle light and gather 'round me (Farewell) And talk about how I would lounge with fly women How I
I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up Frozen up, Range Rover truck color Coconut I used to be broke as f***, 'til I woke 'em up I'll show you how
got? 9's and tecs, you no threat It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter It takes heart, the lyrics been replaced with the swagger I stay
