Cali Swangin' Lyrics - Afroman

Afroman - Cali Swangin' 

Ruckus 

BABY - MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT 

Nobody feels - like a "G" feels 

when he post up his '64 on three wheels 

Daddy ask me "what you wanna be when you grow up" 

a low rider with some colt 45 in my cup 

I was on my way to college and then saw 

a Cadillac three wheelin' down Crenshaw 

It was nineteen hundred and eighty three 

I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be 

a low rider bass provider drop down like a spider 

spy the hood rat and go straight inside her 

But if she Buttless 

Bitch can't ride in my Cutlass 

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday 

runnin' them Red lights sideways 

In the parks and streets - brothers keep dying 

but I drop the back and let the sparks keep flyin' 

My daddy wanted me to take the Dayton's off the Dodge 

'Cause the baseheads keep breakin' in the garage 

I keep saggin' in my 'Lac with my butt out, I strutt out 

Look at my two front tires - you know I cut out 

I took from the ghetto what I could take 

But you can't take my P.O with the metal flake 

I'm a knucklehead buzzin' off of alcohol 

messing up a new car for no reason at all 

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Hit the switch Homeboy, Hit the swiotch 

Stop acting like a little old biotch 

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Front and back Homeboy front and back 

blaze the sac and pass back my yack 

X2 

Three wheels Homeboy, Three Wheels 

let me see your low rider "G" skills 

X2 

One switch, Two switch, Three switch, Four 

Oh my God, my batteries low. 

X2 

Cali 

Cali Swangin' 

Sound 

system Bangin' 

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(PIANO RIFFZ) 

Can't stop sportin' them allstars 

can't stop driving them gangster cars 

new cars just don't appeal to me 

It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G" 

Cops don't want brothers loiterin' 

Gangbangers drive by and start Slaughterin' 

So they talk alot of smack and write a fat ticket 

but I drive around the corner, come back and still kick it 

Gotta sell wheatgerm and crack, so 

I can have money just incase a break a axle 

I turn my music up loud - to attrack a crowd 

throw the hood out the window, make the homeboys proud 

Keep my kahki's creased right, with my girl in my ride 

I used to be local but now I'm Worldwide 

afromanmusic.com blowin' up like vietnam 

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Af-ro-man-make the cadillac coupe pancake 

Lock it up, Cock it up 

Post on three's, twist on D's 

Afro as you're ride her, Cadillac walk like a spider 

smash out fast then dump her 

Sparks straight flying from the bumper 

World-Wide-Hungry-Hustler 

Hit that switch don't be no buster 

Hop in the coupe like a toad frog 

Go swoop up your role dog 

Cali Swangin' K.J 

Go way back like heyday 

six stray 

six 'fo 

A.F.R.O 

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TrNSED BY Ruck