Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Lost Angels Anthem, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Song language: English
The Lost Angels Anthem |
| Angels, comin' from all angles |
| Better watch your chain 'fore |
| They leave you like Cain and Abel |
| Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous |
| Scandalous |
| Money, money, my motto money machine |
| Money cell phone ring, mulatto models makin' money |
| Money makin' me, never breakin' me |
| Big Bank Hankin' me, bread, bakery bed |
| Green elephant, kale green |
| Green fillin' my jeans, every C.R.E.A.M. |
| queen cake for me |
| Queen, countin' my cakes |
| Caught the cakes with me, cake |
| Clap for me, gat clap, blasphemy |
| Clap, the ground clap back |
| I bust back rapidly, raps wrap packages |
| Ship pack in the clip, gift-wrap rap packages |
| Stadium packed, packed bag |
| Back in the day, the flow was immaculate, mag |
| Mary Jane sag, Cadillac lags, I’m in back |
| Cracked sun roof, you could see the blue through the grass |
| Blunt blue and blue, blue and blue, and blues and bluegrass |
| The green grass blew a few new blue-greens |
| Blue meanin' mean new green, Blueface |
| Benny Franks wouldn’t say blue-green, blue |
| Blew through so much green, man that green turned blue |
| That nigga Blu so green, so, so mean |
| And my tongue is a machine that no one can run away from |
| The law low, I stay wayward |
| So once you take one step, you are so lost |
| You end up somewhere with the, with the, with the |
| Angels, comin' from all angles |
| Better watch your chain 'fore |
| They leave you like Cain and Abel |
| Less |
| Talkin' big, big business, Bugs, Benjamin |
| Benjamin Frank bank faces, bank good |
| And banks billion bucks, bank, bank the tank truck |
| Same Titanic ship sunk sank my pants sag |
| Hang metals to chain, chain swang, the gang lost |
| Los Angeles, Vegas, lost, lost |
| Balls paper tossed, ran on me |
| Grams rain, rain, rain came from Ramses reign |
| Gold rings, lil gold chains swang, change clothes and go, go |
| Why can’t they go be more remote? |
| We go back to the East Coast |
| Newark, new work and work |
| Jelly niggas eat toes, shotgun the weed smoke |
| Pop, lock, pop Glock, 45 Shady from D-mode, Moe Dee |
| But she keep askin' me for more things, more green |
| But Moe Greene died askin' for mo' green |
| Hold mo' gold, reap what you sow |
| In maybe two more, you gon' bring me more cheese |
| That just might get you two more weeks before you sumo |
| No pseudo, sue me, mobile move, more Sunni |
| Sufi, swoop, swoop, Suzie make uzi shoot |
| Shoot a star movie, camera shy |
| Shy should’ve shot him right with the toolie for the, for the, for the |
| Angels, comin' from all angles |
| Better watch your chain 'fore |
| They leave you like Cain and Abel |
| Less |
| Uh, we on the block, black top on the block |
| We on the block, black, black right back on the block |
| Black on black, gold, gold crosses, black on black |
| It broke backs, broke folks gettin' back on crack |
| And back broke black back before hunnid years or so |
| Gold, black, gold, India to Mexico |
| Black go back on the block |
| Stack stock, stack gold top of stacks |
| Still, still blue, still kill beats, still cold, still, still rob burglar |
| We’re breakin' the coasts, cold murder, murder she wrote |
| Circle, circle all of the globe, we on the block |
| Black top on the block, top of the block |
| Writin' raps right back to the top |
| Of the rap on the block, on it not movin' on it |
| We on the map for the gold, bringin' all of that back |
| When I get home to the loss, lost so many friends |
| That I get lost when I’m home, home so many losses |
| I feel at home with the loss |
| Angels, comin' from all angles |
| Better watch your chain 'fore |
| They leave you like Cain and Abel |
| Less, take no mess and your bitch scandalous |
| Scandalous |
| Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels |
| Lost angels, lost angels, lost angels, lost angels |