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(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