The Originals - Angel Baby lyrics

That's right, ha ha, this is for the oldies And the O.G. lowriders As for me, this is Mr. Capone-e Kickin' back with Rosie & the Originals Talkin' about, my angel baby [Chorus] Angel baby, my angel baby Oooooo I love you, Oooooo I do Noone can love you, like I do Oooooo, Oooooo [Verse 1: Mr. Capone-E] Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, in my low-low, 63', 64' Gotta go, pedal to the floor, gotta show po-po's Outsiders, hoppin' and poppin' and droppin' non-stop and When I pop it, shotgun, slip it, rip it, dip it, flip it, trip it It's like we're ridin', glidin' Ooh, take a breath, what's next, it's pelon Capone talkin' about my carro, follow me to the strip, simon Bad to the bone, when I get it on, like Marvin Gaye But stay away from my chrome homes, cuz you scratch it, then you'll pay By the way, my paint job is detailed with primer With an extra coat, stroke, true blue, with the shiny, tiny spoke wires In the Empire, to my SGV, to the O.C, L.A., angel baby ???? To the 805, lowridin' with the underworld family [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E] Zip, zip, zip, ridin' low, with the Hi Power Soldiers Criminal, Lil Dreamer, Malo Mac, Snaps and Scappy Loco Gotta roll, roll, roll, use a slow stroll Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on sight By the way, its another day, crusin' down the highway Saturday, Sunday, sideways, pancake it on a one-way Oops, hura pulled me over, hey hey Give me a ticket but I ain't trippin' Mr. officer, car show is where i'm headed Instead of harra**in' me, go after thee Car jacker because his car belongs to me Angel baby is my old school lowrider Got lexos, X-4's, but I need something tighter What do you desire, straight gangster going crazy Hynas love me but I love my, angel baby [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mr. Capone-E] Now its 6 o'clock, gotta hit the spot When it pops, car hops and drops, goin' non-stop Watch out for the cops, Tommy's Burgers' where park and stop Look at them girls with the mini skirts But my angel baby stays by my side and never ever will she flirt Drinkin' by the curb, cops work Plaqas coming, disperse, what's worse Pull me over again, and they can't wait just to get, count to ten They send us over now we're back again Watcha, uh, and the night ain't done Rosie & the Originals in my date, what's next, we're on a good one Now its time to go back, lay back, cruise to the valle Roll through my calles, hynas follow us on the highway Hay guey, they're fine, but my rides amaze me Party over here, by my garage, its called my angel baby [Chorus]