Lyrics House Party - Mr. Capone-E

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

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