ANGELZ

Yeah, that's right
 It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
 This is real shit
 This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
 No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island
 This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
 And this is Tony's Angels, aiyyo
 It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
 Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
 Amazed by their beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets
 Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
 My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit
 Every language was music to the kid as if
 I was modern day King Midas
 Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest
 Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
 Plus I played the whip real low 'cause my face was woofin'
 My Angels jetted out of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair
 Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
 Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks
 These mommies real angels, took one off his top
 He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
 The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier
 Sending shots like check day, FedEx expressway
 Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay
 "Who shot that duck out the window?", Mr. Lee said
 "Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
 We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
 Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med"
 Stay tuned for the conclusion
 Three's Company "Family Jewels"
 Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
 He woke up stoked like they was still in the room
 Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
 Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
 Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked
 Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo
 Checkin' for the keys, the dough, a robbery expected
 Yet nothing obvious was missing
 Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's
 Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
 Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas
 She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
 Told them both, "I don't feel so well, my belly
 Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly
 Y'all go 'head and get the dutches, be back, copy"
 Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby
 (Peace) peace, pizza man (change a hundred) stopped and looked
 Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
 Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless
 Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace
 The question remains, "Who bound and gagged him?"
 That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum
 Villains skied a gram on the street, 50 G
 The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T
 I'm Mr. T, fuck Charlie
 Like I was sayin' (true story) I'm Mr. T
 Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy?
 You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned)
 You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
 Kristy was brown-skinned
 Uh-huh, that's right, yeah, I'ma call them Theodore niggas
 SWAT team on alert and shit
 Uh-huh, yeah, that's right, Skye, you can't hide, baby
 You got the best head nigga, word up
 The mask was chromed out
 This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches
 Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga
 Word up, gimme back my boots
 Theodore! (Villain)