Angel

Lyrics

[Intro] What else, what's up? (Yeah) what's up? What's up? Huh? Izzar, what's up? What's up, what's up? [Verse 1] You a diamond in the rough, links to my cuffs Keep a nigga sharper than the crease in my tux Is it really love? Is it hype? Is it lust? Whatever is it, I'm loaded, I need to bust Manicure, pedicure, scratch it - I'm the better cure I'm a winner, so you know and where I'm headin' for Bottom ain't a option, the top got a slot With yours and my name, so the picture won't crop Your stats went up since you got ya booty shot, now ya booty hot Sick, it need a flu shot You know I keep it dirty, 7:30, how you like No need to pack a bag, it's movin', this is the life (what else?) [Chorus: Red Cafe & Angela Winbush sample] Angel.. You the baddest Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status, yo' name is Angel.. You's a lady boss Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce, what else? Angel.. In ya birthday suit like, yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh Angel.. You's a lady boss Don't ever let 'em get a taste of that lady sauce, what else? [Verse 2] Shorty dangerous, in her own right I'm like security, stand up the whole night Every day I hustle like my name Russell And I'm gettin' chips, Lay's with the little Ruffles I'm knowin' these suckers be talkin' that you don't listen 'Cause ev'rytime you listen, it sound like intermission Just be my co-pilot, mama, I'm in position Now ev'rybody bitin', I feel like I'm goin' fishin' She ask me did I come, she screamin' I'm the best The best is yet to come, if we talkin' 'bout sex Plant seeds, watch 'em grow like palm trees Collar up, reminiscent of the Fonzie, where you at my [Chorus: Red Cafe & Angela Winbush sample] Angel.. You the baddest Ain't another chick fuckin' with yo' status, yo' name is Angel.. You's a lady boss Everybody wanna taste of your lady sauce, what else? Angel.. In ya birthday suit like, yeah, a wet birthday suit, huh Angel.. You's a lady boss Don't ever let 'em get a taste of that lady sauce, what else?