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