[intro]
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady

[Verse 1]
Rolling up to the park with a bottle of brew
It’s a Sunday afternoon bumping some oldie tunes
Fresh dressed to impress, with the socks rolled up
White T-shirt, long shorts feeling hella buzzed
Carne asada’s on the grill with the hynas all cooking
80 degrees outside while the sheriff keeps on looking
Toking the yerba on a holiday
Car load of homeboys rolling up sitting sideways
Ándale, here comes Youngster in his lex
Toker’s in his regal and Guero’s in his benz
It’s like a car show with my homies from my hood
Pounding some 40oz, here comes the hynas from Inglewood
It’s all to the good, as we had the parque popping
Playing some football when I noticed this hyna jocking
Walked up to her while I’m spitting some game
You wanna be my babydoll?
Introduced her to my name Capone-E

[Chorus]
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady
[Verse 2]
Chilling at the park as the day goes by
The [?] still hot and I’m still catching her eye
So I played it cool, still drinking a brew
Hanging out with the homies, still acting a fool
The 22’s on my primos Escalade
As I stop at the ice box filled the cup with Gatorade
It’s a sunny day and mixed drinks are bueno
And I’m feeling a little hungry after a hit of that leño
Now scoping out this cutie from a distance
She’s cooking up the cara, looking all innocent
Nice long legs, with the nice long hair
Preparing food with the homegirl
So I grabbed a chair, medium-rare
As we’re grubbing the comida
Little homies getting jumped in to that crazy vida
Camisa, still creased up simón
Next time I’m walking through the park I won’t be walking alone

[Chorus]
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady
[Big John]
Oh baby can’t you see, yeah
You mean everything to me, yea-yea-yeah
I want you to understand
I’d do anything to be your man

[Verse 3]
Now the sun starts to set, so it’s time to roll
As the jura watching us, telling us to go
Really though, so we pack the pisto
Time to cruise the avenue in a Sunday estoy listo
Pico, Whittier boulevard is where we’re headed
Boracho to the fullest, next day that I’ll be dreading
Sweating to catch a DUI, so instead of cruising I’m gonna say hello to cutie pie

[Chorus] x3
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady
Shooby-doobie-doo-bop
I’m walking through the park
With my lady