City Of Angels Lyrics

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Lyrics to City Of Angels
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REWINDback to topListen up gangstasAnd honeys with your hair donePull up a chair, honAnd put it in the air, sonDog, whatever they call youGod, just listenI spit a story backwardsWhich just starts at the endin'The bullet goes back in the gunThe bullet hole's closin' his chest upA nigga, now he's back to square oneScreaming, "shoot don't, Please"I put my fifth back on my hipIt's like a vcr rewinding the hitHe put his hands back on his bitchMy caravan doors open upI jump back in the vanThen closed it shutGoin' reverseSlowly prepareMy nigga, Jungle, utters out something crazyLike ".go he There"Sittin' back in his chairWe hittin a roastThe smoke goes back in the bluntThe blunt gets bigger and growthJungle unrolls itPut his weed back in the jarThe blunt turns backInto a cigarWe listen to StevieIt sounded like heavy metal fansSpinning records backwards of AC/DCI get my niggas daJump out of the vanBack first, back upstairsTook off the black shirtI'm in the cribWith the phone in my earListen up so y'all can figure outThe poem real clearhTe voice on the phone is likeOutside right weSo with my mouth wideHoldin' my heatBullets I had plenty to squeezePlenty for yaCause Jungle said?Block your on enemies the?Hung up the phone and the phone rangI'm layin' in the bedThinkin' about this pretty young thing who leftShe came backHer clothes just fell to the rugShe fell to my bed and gave me a hugI told her, "!no hell"She talkin', ".me Kiss"Bobbed her headTo spit a nut back in my dickStart suckin' with no handsA whole lot of spitThen got upAnd put a bra back on her titsGot fully dressed and told me,"Stressed really I'm"Picked up her Gucci bagAnd left a nigga behindWalkin' through the doorShe rang the bell twiceI vomited vodka back in my glassWith juice and iceThe clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1And that's about the time the story begunThat's when I first heard the voicemail on the cellIt said: Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"Hey son, yo son you hear me? You hear me?This dude right on the block right now, man.I found him, right now I see him right now, let's kill him.""Yo, this is Nas. Leave It. Peace."




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