1) Capone of Capone-N-Nor… Read Full Bio ↴There are 3 artists with the name "Capone"
1) Capone of Capone-N-Noreaga is an East Coast hip-hop artist born February 8, 1976 as Kiam Holley. He grew up in the projects of Queens, New York.
2) Capone aka. Dillinja (aka. Trinity, D-Type & Cybotron)
Described by Goldie as "the bass explorer of the nineties" and adjudged "The Grand Master" by Grooverider, Karl Francis a.k.a. Dillinja, is one of the most famous drum n bass producers.
His first tune, "Tear off your Chest" was produced at very low cost, and being self-motivated he pressed up about 500 test pressings and sold them with the help of a close friend who worked behind the counter at London's Black Market Records.
According to 'http://www.breakbeat.co.uk/dillinja' "by the time Dillinja was 23 he had over 50 releases to his credit, making him one of the most prolific and influential drum and bass producers around today. His early supporter, V Recording maestro, DJ Brian Gee cites him as being probably 30 or 40 per cent responsible for how drum and bass sounds today."
3) Capone is also a chicano rap artist from California.
City Of Angels
Capone Lyrics
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Ain't no motherfucking joke
Watch your back ese
That's right
I'll take your feria and your fucking puta
(Gimme that bitch)
That's the way it's going down
El valla mas chingones, este I aqui (West Coast locos)
In the wicked part of Los (West Coast)
And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos
¿Que calle? en el parque ese, looking for some shit
Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique
Spraying on the snitches, 'cause that's the way it goes
They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know
And now it's time to ride, and now it's time to die
Nine automatics sitting on my side
So let me just grab a couple extra clips
Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list
When others take revenge, while they make them movida
Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up posida
How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped
How you expect to kill when you hold no steel
Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled
Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills
Talking about a place where there is no angle
Choose your poison where there is no angel
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco
Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy
Now isn't it a shame, that's what my petho said
And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didn't understand
So I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it down
Conejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost town
Where you at? I thought you had control
Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood
Up in Hotel California with two wicked props
Homey burning like infernos on the serio
Ese gotsta get his issue, and walk away like nada
And not even miss you, I don't trip
I'll catch you on the rebound, I'll see you in the barrio
And then we could get down, down and dirty
That's the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay
I waste no time, I get up and I go
'cause no one really knows what this broad could hold
She could set me up ese, for the right price
Depends on her addiction, the streets ain't nothing nice
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Puro vato loco
Puro vato loco, that's right ese
Check it out
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the gangas is
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the gangas is
That's where the gangas at loco
25th and Hoover, Hillpoint Gang
California My Way, Tiny Locos
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the gangas is
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the gangas is
Watch your back when you come to my barrio
Soy Conejo
The lyrics to Capone's song "City of Angels" depict the harsh reality of life in Los Angeles, particularly in its gang-ridden neighborhoods. The singer warns listeners to watch their backs, highlighting the violence that exists in the City of Angels. He also boasts about his own gang affiliation, claiming to be the toughest and most menacing gang member around.
The lyrics detail the gang life in Los Angeles, where gang members take pride in killing their enemies and avenging their fallen comrades. The singer mentions the locations where gangs operate, such as parks and hotels. He also talks about the ease with which gangs take revenge, illustrating how little value is placed on human life in these communities.
The chorus emphasizes the overarching theme of the song, which is that there are no angels in the City of Angels. The city is filled with ruthless criminals who will do anything to maintain their power and control. The song is a reflection of a gritty reality, providing insight into the brutal world of gang warfare in Los Angeles.
Line by Line Meaning
In the City of Angels
Refers to Los Angeles as a dangerous place
Ain't no motherfucking joke
Indicates that living in Los Angeles is no joke
Watch your back ese
Warns to be careful
That's right
An affirmation to what is being said
I'll take your feria and your fucking puta
Threatens to take someone's money and woman
That's the way it's going down
That's how it's happening
Simon, simon ese, yo soy Conejo de la calle veinte cinco
Introduces the singer as Conejo from 25th street
El valla mas chingones, este I aqui (West Coast locos)
Claims to be from the most badass gang in the West Coast
In the wicked part of Los (West Coast)
Living in the dangerous part of Los Angeles
And if you don't believe me, just ask the enemigos
Challenges people who don't believe the danger of the area
¿Que calle? en el parque ese, looking for some shit
Asks what street it is and where to find trouble
Tryin to kill the homeboys from the Tiny Locos Clique
Trying to eliminate rivals from Tiny Locos gang
Spraying on the snitches, 'cause that's the way it goes
Taking out informants as it is customary
They rattle up tecote, on everyone they know
Causing commotion and fear among the people they know
And now it's time to ride, and now it's time to die
Time to go out and face danger, risking one's life
Nine automatics sitting on my side
Referring to carrying firearms
So let me just grab a couple extra clips
Getting ready to kill more people by taking more ammunition
Blast this vato, then scratch him off my list
Shooting somebody and crossing them off the list of people to kill
When others take revenge, while they make them movida
When others seek revenge, taking violent action
Shot calling in las calles, they breaking up posida
Taking control of the streets, creating chaos
How you expect to fly when your wings got clipped
How can one achieve success without proper resources and support
How you expect to kill when you hold no steel
How could one kill another person without a weapon
Vatos know the real, all the blood gets spilled
Those in the gang know the true reality of violence
Bitches for the thrill, enemigas get the chills
Women enjoy getting involved in violence and their enemies fear them
Talking about a place where there is no angle
Describing a place where no one is innocent
Choose your poison where there is no angel
Pick your danger in a place where there is no safety
In the City of Angels there ain't no angels
Reinforces the idea that Los Angeles is a dangerous place
Puro vato loco, crazy gang-bangers
Describing the extreme and unpredictable behavior of gang members
Damn, another bang bang, killed your homeboy
Regretful sentiment over another gang related murder
Now isn't it a shame, that's what my petho said
Another person's reaction to the murder
And one of his jams, all bitches rattle but you didn't understand
A song someone made about the murder but it wasn't fully comprehended
So I'm break it down, ese I'ma put it down
Gonna explain this situation in a straightforward way
Conejo rolled up, now it's looking like a ghost town
Referring to the artist arriving somewhere, making it appear desolate and abandoned
Where you at? I thought you had control
Questioning the whereabouts and supposed authority of someone
Fucking with the hache, loco now you gotsta go misunderstood
Acting inappropriately with drugs, which leads to being misunderstood
Up in Hotel California with two wicked props
A reference to being in trouble while carrying illegal weapons
Homey burning like infernos on the serio
A friend in great danger
Ese gotsta get his issue, and walk away like nada
Someone has to confront their problems and move on
And not even miss you, I don't trip
Not caring about someone after they are gone
I'll catch you on the rebound, I'll see you in the barrio
Threatening to see someone again and settle things in their neighborhood
And then we could get down, down and dirty
Fighting in a violent manner
That's the only way, I automade her body, with digital delay
Justifying violence as the only solution and using tech lingo as a metaphor for killing someone
I waste no time, I get up and I go
Not wasting time and leaving right away
'Cause no one really knows what this broad could hold
Being cautious of what someone else may do
She could set me up ese, for the right price
Paranoia of being set up for a crime
Depends on her addiction, the streets ain't nothing nice
If they are addicted to drugs, they may do things they wouldn't normally do
Puro vato loco, that's right ese
Reinforcing the concept of being an unpredictable and crazy gang member
Check it out
Requesting attention to what is being said
First I claim my city, puro Los Angeles
Establishing territorial boundaries in Los Angeles
You know holmes, that's where the gangas is
Confirming the presence of gangs in Los Angeles
Watch your back when you come to my barrio
Warning to be cautious in the neighborhood
Soy Conejo
The artist is named Conejo
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