cali swangin'

Lyrics

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, 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 batteries low. cali, cali swangin', sound, system bangin', 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, 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,