City of Angels Songtext

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Listen up gangstas
And honeys with your hair done
Pull up a chair, hon
And put it in the air, son
Dog, whatever they call you
God, just listen
I spit a story backwards
Which just starts at the endin'
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin' his chest up
A nigga, now he's back to square one
Screaming, "shoot don't, Please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a vcr rewinding the hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jump back in the van
Then closed it shut
Goin' reverse
Slowly prepare
My nigga, Jungle, utters out something crazy
Like ".go he There"
Sittin' back in his chair
We hittin a roast
The smoke goes back in the blunt
The blunt gets bigger and growth
Jungle unrolls it
Put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back
Into a cigar
We listen to Stevie
It sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinning records backwards of AC/DC
I get my niggas da
Jump out of the van
Back first, back upstairs
Took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib
With the phone in my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out
The poem real clear
HTe voice on the phone is like
Outside right we
So with my mouth wide
Holdin' my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze
Plenty for ya
Cause Jungle said
?Block your on enemies the?
Hung up the phone and the phone rang
I'm layin' in the bed
Thinkin' about this pretty young thing who left
She came back
Her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "!no hell"
She talkin', ".me Kiss"
Bobbed her head
To spit a nut back in my dick
Start suckin' with no hands
A whole lot of spit
Then got up
And put a bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me,
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag
And left a nigga behind
Walkin' through the door
She rang the bell twice
I vomited vodka back in my glass
With juice and ice
The clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said: Son we found that nigga we gotta kill
"Hey son, yo son you hear me? You hear me?
This dude right on the block right now, man.
I found him, right now I see him right now, let's kill him."

"Yo, this is Nas. Leave It. Peace."