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Aww, yeah
Aww, yeah
Who's that girlSome 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 129thI 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 lineShe wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping handOne day she looked in the mirror, 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 businessI'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 JonesI don't know What I've been told

(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, nowStraight 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 'emThe finest women couldn't fuck 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 chainIt's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyonce do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed toWho'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 shameI'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 JonesI don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, nowHow I wish, how I wish
How 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)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya betterHow I wish, how I wish
How 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)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya betterI'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 JonesI don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself, what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, nowI'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 JonesI don't know what I've been told
(I don't know)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul

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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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