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(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight
We straight

1 - Mr. Sancho]
Now...everybody know what Sancho claims
I got my Southside runnin' through my veins
I'm from Califa Thugs and The Low Pro
Now tell me motherfuckers if you think you can
I broke 'em all, playa haters that be to perpatray us
And you try to us, but you cannot duplicate us
So you had to hate us you can't fade us
So don't make us slap the bitch that you to playa hate us
Commenttatuse, what you thinkin' by
You burn up the clippin'
Don't think that I'll be victim
Because I'll the competition
I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may come faster
Your wifey likes it long and now she's calling me master
Soy Sancho, drinking tequila out the
make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom
Leave you in the tomb,
Thinking everything is right but your for doom
Motherfucka, you can't with me
Because I get evil and satinical all in your face
And I don't give a fuck about your homies
Take you down one by one but you all dyin'
you know you gets no love
And if you yappin' and I catch you you get fucked up
Cause if rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up
Sancho, L-P-G, fool know what's up, on

We straight southsidin',
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin'
We straight

[Verse 2 -
Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest soldados
Silencer and Mr. Sancho and Big
We in position we ready for the war
And all these motherfuckas are ready cause they all to get smoked
I'm guns are all to you
So you wanna about me fuck you too
Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with Thugs
Quick to pull a gat an let some no love
It's a Low Pro camp, soldado ammunition
never get no competition now we on a mission
Stick a motherfucker fileros
California be the home of the Sureos
Dropping the Regal and scrappin' it to the
Califa Thugs with the fifth, representing the
So you wanna do, you punk bitch
I'll get a hit him with some sick shit
about to go down, I give my homeboy's a call
And everybody's on the way, it's about to go
And I always keep away the juda
The juda's out to get a motherfucka like me
Nobody wants to fuck this
dropping gangsta shit
To any motherfucker one to and trip
Low Pro won't hesitate to

We southsidin', lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
We straight southsidin',
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin' lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin',
the day we dyin', dyin'
We straight southsidin',
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight
We southsidin'