let me down Then I thought about what they'd do to her When they found out I'd left town But the fire was racin' through my brain I'd only one thing
mo' my way More I say, on another hot sunny California day Just touched down, called up my 8 1 8 Fo' a date with some other bust downs And I cruised
Oh, shake it baby Funny Man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Los Angeles Undead, let's go 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come
'm deranged down, down, down So cruise me babe, cruise me baby And the rain sets in It's the angel man I'm deranged Cruise me, cruise me, cruise me baby
I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as a shorty was full of car chases While runnin' with John Gottis and Scarfaces Niggas knew, I'd
I get so confused But my heart knows you're one of a kind Leather an' lace, an angels face Riding on a one track mind You're fully loaded with cruise
My 13 Loaded Cuetes They Wanna See You Die, They Wanna See You Die, Yes They Wanna See You Die They Call Me Lil Cuete AKA The Young One Talkin Bout An Angel
hands, and you cruised above the ribbons of rain that drove the crowd from the stands. Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane and, an ape with angel
the mood is right Just take your hands and move them down to my section I feel your erection, now assume the position And do it slow like D'Angelo, we cruisin
, the skeleton at the controls A place called the Twilight Zone Are extraterrestrials able to accomplish this? I will explain but you'd become more puzzled
I've seen God's children in trailer parks Seen caddies cruisin' for movie stars A ruby saddle in a neon sky And a southern town even time passed by I
Best of three, the angel said As daylight burst behind his head Jacob all night wrestling with his angel Then out into the boul' st. mich He cruises in
when Cold winds began to blow Snowflakes made him dizzy He hated winter sports And he wished ill will On little kids Building snow ball forts Snow angels
we stay lookin' for weapons of mass destruction This industry is Hilary Clinton literally listen You ain't got no choice now, roll with a nigga If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed With an angel
givers and receivers Here today tomorrow gone To the triage tent in the great beyond Wherein the angel tangoes with the infidel Normally I'd be angry Normally I'd
boots on my feet I don't wanna go out swimming I'd rather be on skis I don't wanna be all toasty warm I'd rather frickin' freeze And if I spend another
pink CK's and D&G's and had a BIG BLOKE brother ADAM, some called him BIG E, who pushed an E CLASS white MERCEDES wit buddies BIG D and BIG C, but