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[Intro] I wanna dedicate this song to my momma, knahmtalkinbout? Happy birthday momma (hey momma, sheeeit) happy birthday Through all the bullshit niggaz tryin to kill us, yup Yeah, y'knahmsayin? Uhh The false divorces, child support court (that's right), all that Nigga droppin out of school you stuck by me knahmtalkinbout? Thank you... goin to jail So a lot of motherfuckers 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 shit since 16, comin up And puttin motherfuckers up on this thang up in this rap scene Uhh, and when they took my money SongtexteMomma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out The manager I had wasn't shit The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a bitch My momma stepped into this shit and went to every town that we came to, every city puttin it down And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said Fuck that bitch, I know you motherfuckers 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 bitch-ass niggaz 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 Annn-gel [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 Niggaz 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 niggaz come through I put that [?] on his ass Ay, ay, ay [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania