Cali Swangin’ lyrics

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-wheeling down Crenshaw
It was nineteen hundred and eighty three
I knew exactly what the f*ck 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
...b*tch can't ride in my Cutlass

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Running them red lights sideways
In the parks and streets, brothers keep dying
But I drop the back and let the sparks keep flying
My daddy wanted me to take the Daytons off the Dodge
Cause the 'baseheads keep breaking in the garage

I keep sagging in my 'lac with my butt out, I strut 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 buzzing off of alcohol
Messing up a new car for no reason at all
[Hook]
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 battery's low!
[X2]

Cali, Cali swangin'
Sound, system bangin'
[X2]

Can't stop sporting them all-stars
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 a lot 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 in case I break a axle
I turn my music up loud to attract a crowd
Throw the hood out the window, make the homeboys proud
Keep my kahkis creased right with my girl in my ride
I used to be local but now I'm worldwide
Afromanmusic dot com blowing up like Vietnam
[Hook]

Af-ro-man-make the Cadillac coupe pan-cake
Lock it up, c*ck it up
Post on threes, twist on Ds
Afro as you 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

[Hook]