Angela Jones
Aww, yeah
Aww, yeah
Who's that girl
Some say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
And you know baby girl
Damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a 129th
I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
Her Lil man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she musta had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line
She wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy (nooo)
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had (yeah)
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping hand
One day she looked in the mirror (yeah)
Standin' there naked
That's when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around
Shook her ass
Grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
Straight off the bat
Angie got the work
Winin' and dinin' and robbin' them jerks
She went from Gucci watches
Humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women
Couldn't f**k with Angela
It was all in the waist
How she handled ya
Dog I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya ass clean out and take your chain
It's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyon¦e do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed to
Who'd be mad at Angie?
Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt
And that's real
So when I read it in the paper
Who could I blame?
Hooker found slain
Angie's her name
What a shame
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya (I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better (I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya (I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better (I wish I could make ya better)
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
I wish I could save ya, baby
I wish I could make ya better, baby
Yeah, it's the story of Angela Jones, now
Aww, yeah
Who's that girl
Some say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
And you know baby girl
Damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a 129th
I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
Her Lil man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she musta had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line
She wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy (nooo)
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had (yeah)
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping hand
One day she looked in the mirror (yeah)
Standin' there naked
That's when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around
Shook her ass
Grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
Straight off the bat
Angie got the work
Winin' and dinin' and robbin' them jerks
She went from Gucci watches
Humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women
Couldn't f**k with Angela
It was all in the waist
How she handled ya
Dog I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya ass clean out and take your chain
It's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyon¦e do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed to
Who'd be mad at Angie?
Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt
And that's real
So when I read it in the paper
Who could I blame?
Hooker found slain
Angie's her name
What a shame
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya (I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better (I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya (I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better (I wish I could make ya better)
I wish
I wish
I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
(Chorus)
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know)
What I've been told
Just get your money don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself
What went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now
I wish I could save ya, baby
I wish I could make ya better, baby
Yeah, it's the story of Angela Jones, now
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Writer(s): Terrance Quaites, Byron Thomas
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