Cali Swangin' - Afroman

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 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

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