Texty:
Blue Angel Cut Out

Wo, wo Wo, wo Wo, wo Wo, wo Cut out Cut out Cut out Cut out

: Wo, wo Wo, wo Wo, wo Wo, wo Cut out Cut out Cut out Cut out

Portland We in Cali though, but I am from New Orleans I can't lie, I lust for things Like an old-school black Old Cut supreme Or an iced-out G shock and

Oh hey I was lonely, I needed someone to see me through And I was at the end of my rope I needed someone to cut me loose Then an angel out of the blue

spears, and rough diamonds out of Syria A true don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less,

Cock my 40 Glock, and my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue lights to

, hit the right one, pass that weed, I got to light one Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit' us Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us

the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that

do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed