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PIMP C : My Angel lyrics

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PIMP C lyrics : "My Angel"

I wanna dedicate this song to my momma, knahmtalkinbout?
Happy birthday momma (hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday

Through all the bull%#@! ^!$$%z tryin to kill us, yup
Yeah, y'knahmsayin? Uhh
The false divorces, child support court (that's right), all that

^!$$% droppin out of school you stuck by me knahmtalkinbout?
Thank you... goin to jail
So a lot of mother$#&@ers be sayin stars up in the sky

But my star right here, that's my angel, knahmtalkinbout?
Check this out

[Pimp C]
I been on top of the world, and been on bottom of the grind
I came through in the fresh cars, playin surround

I been in the city sellin crack at the dopefiends
Tryin to come up Houston be strung out on promethazine
I used to smoke fry, wasn't scared to die

Every day when I wake up I wanted to get high
My momma came and got me from that devil dope
And keep me good even though I used to choose hoes

And sometimes with her older family members a lil' bit wrong
But that's how I came up, makin rap songs
I been in this %#@! since 16, comin up

And puttin mother$#&@ers up on this thang up in this rap scene
Uhh, and when they took my money
Momma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out

The manager I had wasn't %#@!
The ^!$$% stole everything and snorted [email protected]%!e like a (*##$
My momma stepped into this %#@! and went to every town

that we came to, every city puttin it down
And when them ^!$$%z wanted to kill me, my momma said
$#&@ that (*##$, I know you mother$#&@ers feel me, uhh

So when you see me in the city with my T lady
Best believe we comin up and we ain't livin shady
I'm her baby, and that is my only momma

I'll kill you (*##$-ass ^!$$%z if you brang the drama

[Chorus: sung]

My angel... an-gel, that angel is mine, annn-gel
I found my an-gel, annn-gel, that angel is miiiine

[Pimp C]
Yeah tight, that's right

I was young, I used to get sick a lot
Now I'm rich puttin it down with Rap-A-Lot
I used to have the flu, cold, and pneumonia

^!$$%z always tried to come and try to move on ya
Cause in my city you either got to be a hustler
Or you're out on the corner, smokin crack and a buster

So I had to come up fast
When ^!$$%z come through I put that [?] on his $$#
Ay, ay, ay


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