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(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 southsidin'
We straight

[Verse 1 - Mr.
Now...everybody wanna know what claims
I got my Southside blood runnin' through my
I'm from 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 hate us because you fade us
So don't make us slap the bitch that you asked to hate us
Commenttatuse, what you by thinkin'
You burn up the clippin'
Don't think I'll be your victim
Because I'll the competition
Then I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may come
Your wifey likes it long and hard now calling me master
Soy Sancho, drinking out the bottle
Don't make the payment tres y tero balasos,
Leave you in the tomb,
Thinking everything is right but your for doom
Motherfucka, you can't with me
Because I get evil and satinical all in your face
And I really give a fuck about your homies
you down one by one but you all dyin' slowly
Fonies you you gets no love
And if you and I catch you then you get fucked up
Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get up
Sancho, L-P-G, fool what's up, come on

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

2 - Silencer]
Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest
Silencer and Mr. and Big Capone
We in position we ready for the war
And all these motherfuckas are ready cause all about to get smoked
I'm guns are all to you
So you wanna talk about me you too
Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck 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 with
Southern California be the of the Sureos
Dropping the Regal and it to the ground
Califa Thugs with the fifth, representing the
So what you wanna do, you bitch
I'll get a motherfucka hit him some sick shit
It's to go down, I give my homeboy's a call
And on the way, it's about to go down
And I always keep away the juda
The juda's always out to get a like me
Nobody to fuck with this
L-P-G gangsta shit
To any motherfucker one to come and
Low Pro won't hesitate to

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