Be Rollin' Lyrics - Singles - Califa Thugs

[Chorus: Lil Rob] 

Califa Thugs............. 

Califa Thugs be rollin rollin 

[Youngster] 

Dropped out with the double pump 

Comin at you with the Krazie Bone 

Gotta be the sickest little rapper 

With the rhymes and the bigger team 

Never question the way Richie rolls 

Can't you see, eat a fat dick you hoe 

We still gonna travel you can't stop us 

Doin what the shit we wanna do 

With my bullets in your spine 

Fuck a bitch or two 

Be the streets thats comin at you 

Better watch your dome 

Cause the bicthes jackin be mean 

So once again it's on 

It's the Youngster comin at you 

With the visions of a double drop of crack 

Layin bustas on thier backs 

Just bleedin for survival 

It's the mothafuckin Lil Youngster 

Comin at your with your mothafuckin rival 

Plus the 5-0 is a no-no fuck the po-po 

And I know so 

As I'm cruisin down with my lo-lo 

With the locs on my kid 

Pickin up a check with what's the name 

On it 

[Chorus] 

[2x] 

[Lil Rob] 

Hollow point valas 

64 Impalas 

Hienas wanna call us 

Cause we be the ballas 

Lookin at you through the tint of my lids 

I don't get intimidated 

Even when you're with your friends 

And you begin to disapear 

Cause you know what 

You're never gonna reapear 

Cause you gotta 

Put your life in gear 

Gotta make it real clear 

Get intoxicated so you won't be able to stear 

Crusin, smilin down the blouavard 

With the hienas always wildin 

Got the cuete ready with the safety off 

That's a warnin for you haters 

Don't piss me off 

Hittin switches on your playa hatin bitches 

Fallin to the ground now that ass is dead 

Rollin on D's while we rollin another dub 

Come and get high with these Califa Thugs 

[Chorus] 

[Silencer] 

Silencer.... orginal 

Enemies lay dead with the bullet holes 

Ain't nobody in the world gon takes us out 

Can't you see we don't fuck around 

Baggy pants creased up with the locs 

San Diego West Coast 

Makin money all day we don't stop 

Hit the switches to make it hop 

Pelones smokin marijuana 

In the 6-3 Impala 

I won't never ever trust no bitches 

And I leave my enemies with stiches 

This is the way it goes 

Silencer from the 19 0 4 

Silencer's your Peloncito 

And I like it when you call me papacito 

[Chorus]