of an angel) Keeps me drivin' all night just to get to you (Scent of an angel) I keep your picture on my dash just to get me through (Scent of an angel
awful [Xzibit] Whitey Ford takes the flows, y'all See I'm about to have the time of my life, Bacardi on ice Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
gimmie my money [Lil Wayne:] Mr Angel on the beat Young mula baby, and the devil on the flow ha ha ha Young mullah baby, and the monsta on the hook
... ain't nothin' wrong we're ready to get the battle on and Ride or die... ain't nothin' wrong I'm ready to get my battle on You my aquittant so what
on the pedal and you're ready to roll (ready to roll) Even if you don't have anywhere to go You go down on the pedal and you're ready to roll And your
I jump out of bed and I turn on the light This happens to me every night Sometimes you turn into a snake with long black hair Then you change into an angel
let us rise up in awe Rock 'n' roll angels bring thy hard rock hallelujah Demons and angels all in one have arrived Rock 'n' roll angels bring thy hard
fake fights turn out bad Sometimes actresses get slapped Some nights making it look real Might end up with someone hurt Some nights it's just entertainment And some other nights
it felt just like the void Now we're stranded on the south side So sick of waiting on your boys So let's roll Let's roll around Let's go Let's go back
be popular like a Lennox Lewis fight night, It's gonna be alright cos tonight's the night, the right night, To big up the girls that look good on the
on repeat it's revealed to me You my angel in disguise and it's real to me Now it's clear to see it's on destiny So let's get this back how it's suppose
anthem will sound on that eternal shore When I join with angels in heaven on high Singing ?Praise the Lord, yes, I saw the light? Can you feel him shine on
Dedicate This to the real All these hatin' ass niggaz gettin killed Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 Fuck a fame put em on the first 48 I'ma Dedicate
what I hear him sing Hold that D chord on the old guitar 'Til I found the G Drop it down to old E minor 'Til the A chord rolls back home around to D
One two three four It was an average night backstage at a show I seen this girlie that I knew, she was a cutie and yo She had it goin' on from her head
in one I met this angel with callused hands who lead this naive boy into his band Under his wing I learned to fly on his 6 strings into the night I
So this old gearjammer slammed down his last hammer, to hell with that slammer, it's a hole in the ground. Lord let Smokey miss me, let angels kiss