Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Baby, artist - Mr. Capone-E.
Date of issue: 08.09.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angel Baby |
Angel baby, my angel baby |
Oooooo I love you, Oooooo I do |
Noone can love you, like I do |
Oooooo, Oooooo |
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 |
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 harrassin' 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 |
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 |