You're my angel Sticking on me You're my angel Bringing me to my knees My angel, calling upon me Angel, angel Angel, angel
Übersetzung: That Dog. Angel.
we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed And that's real Life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree That's fame to me
bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken Payin my own that's tokin
die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me
feet with no letter, seeing death in the eye would matter. so i only realize that when i give a life my love gave birth to the feeling that this was god
the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
and treacherous young witches Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. The palace of mirrors Where dog soldiers are reflected, The endless
Maria's bed She give me candy stick kisses 'neath a wolf dog moon One sweet breath and she'll take you mister to the upper room I was burned by the angels
have missed somewhere - A place that I might find my angel someday. And I'll leave all that I have to the gods, up above; and go spend my life searching for the angel, that
: Can you imagine that An itch too sensitive to scratch The light that falls through the cracks An insect too delicate to catch I hear the endless murmur
good To find that nothing out there can touch you ?Cause the liars moved in And they believe their own Dark medicine You act so nonchalant That he is not a dog
he comes to me for absolution? Wouldn't you know it, hope I don't make a bad decision Cause I'd like to believe that there is a God Why sinful angels
Like a statue in the sky Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that
skunky and the greenie [B-Real] On the ganja bus, they comin' after us We makin' stops all over Los Angeles On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
you try to hide [Sen Dog] Latin thug roll deep pandillero Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto Carpet, car black y perro loco Keep an eye on that fiend
five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG [Sen Dog] Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes We the vatos that run on Los Angeles Call me Mad Dog, if you
ounce, nigga 'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh, Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us? Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles Verse 2: Sen-Dog