Jose Rios - Angeles [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:]

In the Summer of '03
I was huntin' for mamacitas
A gallon of Sunny D in my hand actually Tampico
Off of Pico, saw a mama rockin' sweats
Hips were shakin' like maracas, can I talk to you one second

I was trynna flex the Spanish, like "Mami que hora es?"
Said that she was Salvi and her uncle's from MS
Call me dumb or call me stupid, I put it on Guadalupe
She was fire as the Lucas from the truck, remember Lucas

This chino was a charmer, as I charmed her to the crib
The place felt like a sauna, had her yelling Jonathan
From July to November, every night like a novella
The downest chick ever, thought she'd ride with me forever

All that ass, all that passion, and her attitude
I learned some lessons about women on my avenue
They keep on sayin' that we famous for the pretty
But that's an understatement these are angels in my city

[Hook:]

I swear to god we got some angels in my city
Dear lord we got some angels in my city
They keep on sayin' that we famous for the pretty
But that's an understatement these are angels in my city

[Verse 2:]

I said hello excuse me, one with the halo and booty
What's your handle on Instagram
Do me a favor and add me
Not trynna fool you, no angles, its just my duty to tell you
Got me like Looney Tunes characters, with my words in a tangle, actin'

Peppy Le Pew, can I kick it with you
Small town, big dream, it's only right that you moved
I got that vitamin C, Santa Monica queen
Your ambition got me wishin', I had a college degree

My boy zeta in the whip whistling at them little jawns
And he askin' for them numbers no shame
He typin' shorty's name in his old flip phone
And I gotta give him props that's game, that's game

In Silverlake ridin' fixies, In Hollywood getting tipsy
She walkin' around the 60's
Angels angels

Back in the day she dissed me, but today she tried to kiss me
I love 'em like 50/50
These angels, angels

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]

Yea the chase is fun, (fun) the chase is never done, (done)
Been at this k-town chick but she don't give me none
Ring on her tongue, blonde hair, but she different son
I'm on her Facebook givin' all of her pictures thumbs

I mean likes not thumbs
I should bite my tongue
I always write these songs
In hopes I might get some

The type of girl you can't game being witty
The reason that we're famous for the pretty
These are angels in my city