Cali Swangin` lyrics

Artist  : Afroman 
Song : Cali Swangin`



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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





--(CHOR)--

Hit the switch Homeboy, Hit the swiotch

Stop acting like a little old biotch

X2

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'

X2



(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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