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Afroman - Cali Swangin' lyrics
Afroman - Cali Swangin' Ruckus 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 --(CHOR)-- 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 batteries low. X2 Cali Cali Swangin' Sound system Bangin' X2 (PIANO RIFFZ) 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 GoTo --(CHOR)-- 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 GoTo --(CHOR)-- TrNSED BY Ruck |
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