(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We southsidin', lowridin' the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight We southsidin'
[Verse 1 - Mr. Now...everybody wanna know Sancho claims I got my Southside blood runnin' through my I'm from Califa 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 cannot us So you had to hate us because you can't us So don't make us the bitch that you asked to playa hate us Commenttatuse, you thinkin' by thinkin' You gonna burn up the Don't think I'll be your victim I'll bust the competition Then I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may faster Your wifey likes it long and now she's calling me master Soy Sancho, drinking out the bottle Don't the payment tres y tero balasos, boom Leave you in the tomb, Thinking everything is but your destine for doom Motherfucka, you can't fuck me Because I get evil and satinical all in face homey And I don't really give a fuck about homies Take you down one by one but you all slowly you know you gets no love And if you and I catch you then you get fucked up Cause if your rapping and you 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 southsidin', lowridin' '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', the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', 'Till the day we dyin', (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight We straight
2 - Silencer] Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the soldados Silencer and Mr. Sancho and Big We in position we ready for the war And all motherfuckas 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 ain't nobody fuck with these Thugs Quick to pull a gat an let some no love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado ammunition That never get no competition now we on a Stick a motherfucker fileros California be the home of the Sureos Dropping the Regal and it to the ground Califa Thugs with the fifth, the brown So you wanna do, you punk bitch I'll get a motherfucka hit him with sick shit It's to go down, I give my homeboy's a call And everybody's on the way, about to go down And I keep away from the juda The juda's always out to get a like me Nobody wants to with this L-P-G dropping shit To any one to come and trip Low Pro hesitate to spit
We straight southsidin', 'Till the day we 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 southsidin' lowridin' the day we dyin', dyin' We southsidin', lowridin' '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 southsidin' We straight