Venus was her name She's got it Yeah, baby, she's got it I'm your Venus, I'm your fire At your desire Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire At your
Tercüme: No Angels. Venüs.
angel came to me To save my life Listen to his voice Please hear his soul This angel came to me To save me Last night, an angel came to me I was doing
leave her alone Nigga you ain't no G She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll You ain't no G Now you stepping with a G, from Los Angeles Where
flow, I was best new comer err time ago, Yeah, you've all passed ya' sell by date to me, I'm different, nigga I sell out when you at the venue and date
long Though the rain never goes away They say I should leave these streets behind me But it's so hard to escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead
all hell freezes over And breaks loose in a hand basket Idle hands Mastered my mix down Instead of slinging tools in Fallen Angel's workshop Burning
could get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest] I spit volcanoes Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels The scorpion tongue Come
ma", top of the world Gimme life or give me death Death becomes evil like asmodious I gotta a melodious flow It becomes podious changeable Unnameable angel Angelic
She had exquisite style, she was upper class She had supernatural grace A melange of Aphrodite and Venus Combined with an angel's face She didn't talk
, a hundred watts in the bezel The face of an angel wit' the body of a devil, diamonds rock like glaciers At the tennis courts wit high beams and tennis bracelets Blindin' Venus
Ally pally angel chewing up my blues, Goin' to see my baby in the afternoon, Goin' to take my baby on a Venus loon Oh my Venus loon it'll make you
a minute Since the Tyrolean spa has the chess boys in it All change dom't you know that when you Play at this level there's no ordianry venue It's Iceland
, demon child Flytrap, virgins wild Flytrap, angels death Flytrap, theres nothing left Born without mortal care Joyous of flight Pleasing to the eye Deadly delight Venus
tennis Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John Blaze I'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirations Of me leaving blood stains from Earth to Venus
punk God Angels saying The toys are us we don't even know All the thug rock kids are playing All the punk God Angels saying The toys are us we don't
the line Where no angels tread Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat Out looking for venus She's black
And I cant live without my love of loves Angel of my heart Angel of my heart In a dream beneath the stars Loves fire burns in my heart Star of Venus
