cali swangin’ lyrics – afroman

cali sw*ngin’

baby – make me feel alright

n*body 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 f*ck i wanted to be
a low rider b*ss provider drop down like a spider
spy the hood rat and go straight inside her

but if she b*ttless
b*tch can’t ride in my cutl*ss

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 b*tt 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

[chorus]
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 p*ss 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 sw*ngin’
sound
system bangin’
[x2]

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’
g*ngb*ngers 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

[chorus]

af-ro-man-make the cadillac coupe pancake
lock it up, c*ck 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 b*mper
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 sw*ngin’ k.j
go way back like heyday
six stray
six ‘fo
a.f.r.o

[chorus]

/ afroman lyrics