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

1 - Mr. Sancho]
Now...everybody wanna know what Sancho
I got my blood runnin' through my veins
I'm Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang
Now tell me motherfuckers if you you can hang
I broke 'em all, playa that be tryin' to perpatray us
And you try to imitate us, but you duplicate us
So you had to us because 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 I'll be your victim
Because I'll the competition
Then I'm diseaster but homey you may come faster
Your wifey likes it long and 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 but your destine for doom
Motherfucka, you can't with me
I get evil and satinical all in your face homey
And I don't really give a fuck your homies
Take you one by one but you all dyin' slowly
you know you gets no love
And if you and I catch you then you get fucked up
Cause if rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up
Sancho, L-P-G, know what's 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'
the day we dyin', 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 straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
We straight southsidin',
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin'
We straight

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

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