My Angel

[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

Momma 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]