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(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 straight
We straight

[Verse 1 - Mr.
Now...everybody wanna what Sancho claims
I got my blood runnin' through my veins
I'm Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang
Now me motherfuckers if you think you can hang
I broke 'em all, playa haters be tryin' to perpatray us
And you try to imitate us, but you cannot us
So you had to us because you can't fade us
So don't make us slap the bitch that you asked to playa us
Commenttatuse, you thinkin' by thinkin'
You gonna up the clippin'
Don't think I'll be your victim
Because bust the competition
Then I'm diseaster but homey you may come faster
Your likes it long and hard now she's calling me master
Soy Sancho, drinking out the bottle
Don't make the payment y tero balasos, boom
you in the tomb, assume
Thinking is right but your destine for doom
Motherfucka, you can't fuck me
I get evil and satinical all in your face homey
And I really give a fuck about your homies
Take you one by one but you all dyin' slowly
Fonies you you gets no love
And if you yappin' and I catch you then you get up
Cause if your rapping and you homey you get stuck up
Sancho, L-P-G, fool what's up, come on

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

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

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