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Rap Radio Essay.
That's right.
It's for the OGs.
OGs.
And the OG lowriders.
Lowriders.
And for me, this is Mr. Capone.
All kicking back with Rosie and the Riddles.
Talking about my angel baby.
Angel baby.
My angel baby.
Ooh, I love you.
Ooh, I do.
No one could love you like I do.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
With my low, low.
63, 64.
Gotta go.
Pedal to the flow.
Gotta show.
Pose, pose.
Outsiders.
Popping and popping and dropping.
I'm stopping.
When I'm popping, shocking, slipping, ripping, dipping, flipping, tripping, slipping, riding,
gliding.
Ooh, take a breath.
What's next?
It's bellowing.
Capone.
Talking about my God.
Don't follow me to the strip.
See moon.
Back to the bone when I get it on.
Like Marvin Gaye.
But stay away from my chrome homes because you're scratching.
Then you'll pay.
By the way, my paint job is detail with primer.
With the extra cold stroke.
True blue with the shiny tiny smoke wires.
My empire to my SUV through the OCLA angel baby.
SCA1A, what's up, D?
To the 805 low riding with the underworld felony.
Angel baby.
My angel baby.
Ooh, I love you.
Ooh, I do.
No one could love you like I do.
Ooh, I do.
Ooh, I do.
Ooh, I do.
Ooh, I do.
Ooh, I do.
Zip, zip, zip, riding low with the hot power soldiers.
Screaming, no little dreaming.
Momma had snaps and scrappy logo.
Got a roll, roll, roll.
You straight, straight.
Now you know from bikes to lows.
Lows to bikes.
It's on tonight.
Mr. Capone is on site.
By the way, it's another day Cruisin' on the highway, Saturday, Sunday
Sideways, pan kickin' on a one-way Oops, who'da pulled me over?
Hey, hey, give me a ticket, but I ain't trippin'
It's the officer car show, it's where I'm headed
Instead of arrestin' me, go after the car checker
Because this car belongs to me
Angel Baby is my old school lowrider
Got legs so exposed, but I need something tighter
What do you desire?
Straight gangsters goin' crazy
Hyenas love me, but I love my Angel Baby
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby
Ooh, I love you
Ooh, I do
No one could love you like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Now it's six o'clock, gotta hit the spot
Winter pops, cars, hops, and drops
Goin' up, stop, watch out for the cops
Tommy Broker's where we park, ain't stop
Look at them girls with the miniskirt
But my Angel Baby stays by my side
And never, ever will she flirt
Drinking by the curves, cops roar
Block us, can we disperse?
What's worse?
Pull me over again, and again we just begin
Catch a 10, they said it's over, and we're back again
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Watch out, uh, and the night ain't done
Rosie and the originals in my deck
What's next? We're on a good one
Now it's time to go back, lay back
Cruise to the Vallejo
Through my guy, yes, I know
Follows on the highway, highway
They're fine, but my ride's amaze me
Party over here, but my garage is parked
My Angel Baby
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby
Ooh, I love you
Ooh, I love you
Ooh, I do
No one could love you
Like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh