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

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

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

2 - Silencer]
Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest
and Mr. Sancho and Big Capone
We in position we ready for the war
And all these are ready cause they all about to get smoked
I'm standing are all to you
So you wanna talk about me you too
Cause ain't gonna fuck with these Thugs
Quick to pull a gat an let some no love
It's a Low Pro camp, with 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 scrappin' it to the
Califa with the fifth, representing the brown
So what you wanna do, you punk
I'll get a motherfucka hit him some sick shit
It's to go down, I give my homeboy's a call
And everybody's on the way, it's to go down
And I always keep away from the
The juda's always out to get a like me
Nobody to fuck with this
L-P-G gangsta shit
To any one to come and trip
Low Pro hesitate to spit

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 southsidin' lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
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 southsidin'
We straight