Cali Swangin'

LETRA

Cali Swangin'

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*** 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
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

Hit the switch homeboy, Hit the swiotch
Stop acting like a little old biotch
Front and back homeboy front and back
Blaze the sac and pass back my yack
Three wheels homeboy, three wheels
Let me see your low rider G skills
One switch, two switch, three switch, four
Oh my God, my battery's low!

Cali, Cali swangin'
Sound, system bangin'

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

Af-ro-man-make the Cadillac coupe pan-cake
Lock it up, cock 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

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