Paroles:
Fish Angel Face

spell I've got no memories just a photograph I've got the best there is of you You're just a devil with a pretty angel face You've made your choice and

Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps [Verse 2] I feel like the angel

So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels

rep that dub! - I rep that S! - "I'm a monster!" WestSide, Lochness, I'm a problem! Matter fact I'm a mess, Los Angeles so scandalous South Central -

what's worse? You was just like the nigga in the first verse Stop selling out your race And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face Niggas always gotta

[Nas] Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings Nas the Viking

That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx Now allow me to present the very first resident Of this millennium mind frame, no angel but Heaven-sent So make

yo face off, then I'll take off The difference between me an' them You won't be seein' them no more, nigga, secrets of war May the angels walk with

bitch locked up with Martha Stewart She say she had the hoe cookin' deep dish She say Martha fuckin' cook fish and eat fish West side y'all niggaz got