Hell’s Angel Thurz (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Verse 1: Thurz]
Summer breeze in the Keys
Off the coast of Belize
Is where I'd rather be
Then walkin' in the rain, two left feet
Tryin' catch the beat
Tryin' to dance with the stars, in the presidential suite
Sideline judges want me impeached
Like the world against me, I wanna drive right like I'm born a lefty
The score in the war, rise and uproar
Place like hell, but blessed with ?
Man, I need my amore
[Who'll escape heavens door?]
With a taste I never had before
To sooth my desires she soars
With the wings, removes the halo
We both hate the devil, but she's hell's angel

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
They say you gotta go through hell just to get to heaven
Well, I've been goin' through hell since before eleven
Baby girl, you were meant for me and I was meant for you
But we'll see, just don't let me down (down, down)

[Verse 2: Thurz]
Tan brown skin, nigga gotta cash in
Condone that good sin
Hair curly like Sue
Natural hair-do and I'm lovin' the view
From the side, from the front, or the back
God was smilin' when he made that
Burnt his hand when he made that
Precision intact
Attitude ready for combat
Lumbar pad, as she grazed my back
When a nigga was backsliding off the track
Throughout the thespian, I was through with the acts
And the games, Sun break clouds when I speak her name
Comes down with her wings, no halo
Both hate the devil, but she's hell's angel