(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 southsidin' We straight
1 - Mr. Sancho] Now...everybody wanna know what Sancho I got my Southside runnin' through my veins I'm Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang Now tell me motherfuckers if you you can hang I 'em all, playa haters that be tryin' 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 that you asked to playa hate us Commenttatuse, what you by thinkin' You burn up the clippin' Don't think that be your victim I'll bust the competition Then I'm causin' but homey you may come faster wifey likes it long and hard now she's calling me master Soy Sancho, tequila out the bottle make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom Leave you in the tomb, Thinking everything is right but your for doom Motherfucka, you fuck with me Because I get evil and all in your face homey And I don't really give a 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 then you get up Cause if rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up Sancho, L-P-G, fool know up, come on
We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', the day we dyin', dyin' We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' 'Till the day we dyin', We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We southsidin', lowridin' the day we dyin', dyin' We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We southsidin' We straight
2 - Silencer] Califa everyday, patroling we be the sickest soldados Silencer and Mr. and Big Capone We stand in we ready for the war And all these motherfuckas are ready cause they all about to get I'm standing are all to you So you talk about me fuck you too Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with these Quick to a gat an let some motherfucka 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 it to the ground Califa Thugs the fifth, representing the brown So what you wanna do, you punk get a motherfucka hit him with some sick shit It's 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 from the The always out to get a motherfucka like me Nobody to fuck with this dropping gangsta shit To any motherfucker one to and trip Low Pro won't to spit
We straight southsidin', the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', the day we dyin', dyin' We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight lowridin' the day we dyin', dyin' We southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We southsidin', lowridin' the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight We straight