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Angels With Dirty Faces (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m confused, I don’t know
Which way do I really go
This guy is fly
But another one pass me by
Stuck in the middle of this spot
That is too damn hot
Shall I choose the one
With the heavy car or not
‘Coz nothing ain’t serious
See i’m only seventeen
And I wanna be mysterious
Naughty, sexy on the creep
Never sleep
Won’t reveal the sneaky side of me

All day and night I creep out
I think about who i’m gonna go and link up
Don’t think that i’m innocent, baby
‘Coz this is driving me crazy
Tell me what do you see
I’m not an innocent girl

[chorus]

You don’t know where we go
You don’t know
That we’re angels with dirty faces in the morning
You don’t know we’ve been on the town low
You don’t know that we’re missing to the morning

I’d say that i’m the kind of girl
You’d say is shy
But I don’t think that’s the answer
You’d hear if you asked my guy
I’m just a girl who likes to let it go
Party with my ladies ‘til dawn
Still don’t just let it go

Move your heads to the beat
And shake it down like you never did before
Move a little closer come with me
I’ll show you the place to be
That’s what he said to me

[chorus x2]

We’re the type of girls don’t think
Just say everything we want
We know we’ll get our own way
Sexy, classy
Don’t think you’ll put it past me
Angels in the day
But at night could be nasty
[Keisha:] Wanna have the fellas locked on ice
[Mutya:] Wanna play around with them like dice
[Heidi:] He didn’t know I was a freak until he met me after dark
He thought this girl was a chic

[chorus x2]

You don’t know where I go

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Angels With Dirty Faces (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Bizzy Bone]
Let it go (Let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(Time is passin’ ‘til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin’ with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker

We are livin’ in the last motherfuckin’ days
This is Revelations
If it don’t go down now
That mean aye’body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?

Say goodbye to the bad guy
‘Zy rollin’ with my cateye, deadeye
Ain’t afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel’, it’s to my position as we yell
This here’s some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don’t like my bullets, to hell if he ain’t fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin’

[Puffy]
I’m married to the game and every year’s the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin’ and weavin
By the grievin’
My story’s no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don’t mix the kids with the biz’
Baby, the industry’s hell worth it

1 – Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don’t let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don’t let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don’t let it come our way)

Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Don’t let it come our way)

[Puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin’ I seen alot
The paper got us dressin’ and impressin’
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin’ to find a reason why
Because I’m a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?

[Bizzy Bone]
It’s P. Diddy muthafucka

[Puffy]
Do or die?

[Bizzy Bone]
Don’t give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin’ me what’s ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me’s fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her ‘bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You don’t come weed with me anymore
You don’t need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit I’ve slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin’ out detention or they always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)

Repeat 1

Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin’ with the mistress
Can see they just beatin’ up
Got even the little kids pickin’ up pennies and nickles
Cuz they’re fallin’ in love with his teddy book
Give them livin’ and pinning a minimum worth a penny
(Gotta be spendin’)
We all earn our dollar ‘till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin’
Dippin and talking’ how it’s for money
And ending up going back
We made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring

[Puffy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if I’m who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don’t creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War’s on my mind
Packin’ bullets from the mines, mutha fucka’s

Repeat 1 until fade

Angels With Dirty Faces (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

See my soul as desire
Catch the words as they fall from my lips
Feel the passion grow higher
Lick the sweat from my fingertips

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change

See my scars heat the hunter
Catch the thoughts as they race with the wind
Hear my heart beat like thunder
Free yourself, let the madness begin

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change

We’re angels with dirty faces
Livin’ all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home
Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We’re angels with dirty faces
So far from home

Touch my skin
It’s on fire
Light your dreams with the heat of the sun

Let your passions expire
Burn it up till there’s nowhere to run

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the times have changed

We’re angels with dirty faces
Livin’ all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home
Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We’re angels with dirty faces
So far from home
So far from home

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the times have changed

We’re angels with dirty faces
Livin’ all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home
Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We’re angels with dirty faces
So far from home
So far from home
So far from home
So far from home
So far from home

Angels With Dirty Faces (Letra)

Puff Daddy

Puff Daddy

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[bizzy bone]
Let it go (let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(time is passin’ ‘til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin’ with the mistress
(on and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker

We are livin’ in the last motherfuckin’ days
This is revelations
If it don’t go down now
That mean aye’body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? what the fuck do you believe in?

Say goodbye to the bad guy
‘zy rollin’ with my cateye, deadeye
Ain’t afraid to flame a rat up
But i hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel’, it’s to my position as we yell
This here’s some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don’t like my bullets, to hell if he ain’t fashion
L.a. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin’

[puffy]
I’m married to the game and every year’s the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin’ and weavin
By the grievin’
My story’s no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don’t mix the kids with the biz’
Baby, the industry’s hell worth it

1 – oh, i said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(don’t let it come our way)

Oh i said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(don’t let it come our way)

Oh i said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(don’t let it come our way)

Oh i said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(don’t let it come our way)

[puffy]
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin’ i seen alot
The paper got us dressin’ and impressin’
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will he let me in?
And not constantly tryin’ to find a reason why
Because i’m a bad boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am i?

[bizzy bone]
It’s p. diddy muthafucka

[puffy]
Do or die?

[bizzy bone]
Don’t give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin’ me what’s ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got me’s fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If i had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her ‘bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You don’t come weed with me anymore
You don’t need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit i’ve slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin’ out detention or they always rat (come on)
(pick it up, ride through)

Repeat 1

Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin’ with the mistress
Can see they just beatin’ up
Got even the little kids pickin’ up pennies and nickles
Cuz they’re fallin’ in love with his teddy book
Give them livin’ and pinning a minimum worth a penny
(gotta be spendin’)
We all earn our dollar ‘till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that i be reapin’
Dippin and talking’ how it’s for money
And ending up going back
We made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what i bring

[puffy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what you niggas do to me, i do to you
And if i’m who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas don’t creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
War’s on my mind
Packin’ bullets from the mines, mutha fucka’s

Repeat 1 until fade