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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 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