Str8 Southsidin Lyrics - Singles - Califa Thugs

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin' 

We straight southsidin' 

[Verse 1 - Mr. Sancho] 

Now...everybody wanna know what Sancho claims 

I got my Southside blood runnin' through my veins 

I'm from Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang 

Now tell me motherfuckers if you think you can hang 

I broke 'em all, playa haters that be tryin' to perpatray us 

And you try to imitate us, but you cannot duplicate us 

So you had to hate us because you can't fade us 

So don't make us slap the bitch that you asked to playa hate us 

Commenttatuse, what you thinkin' by thinkin' 

You gonna burn up the clippin' 

Don't think that I'll be your victim 

Because I'll bust the competition 

Then I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may come faster 

Your wifey likes it long and hard now she's calling me master 

Soy Sancho, drinking tequila out the bottle 

Don't make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom 

Leave you in the tomb, assume 

Thinking everything is right but your destine for doom 

Motherfucka, you can't fuck with me 

Because I get evil and satinical all in your face homey 

And I don't really give a fuck about your homies 

Take you down one by one but you all dyin' slowly 

Fonies you know you gets no love 

And if you yappin' and I catch you then you get fucked up 

Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up 

Sancho, L-P-G, fool know what's up, come on 

[Chorus] 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin' lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

We straight southsidin', lowridin' 

'Till the day we dyin', dyin' 

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) 

We straight southsidin' 

We straight southsidin' 

[Verse 2 - Silencer] 

Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest soldados 

Silencer and Mr. Sancho and Big Capone 

We stand in position we ready for the war 

And all these motherfuckas are ready cause they all about to get smoked 

I'm standing guns are all to you 

So you wanna talk about me fuck you too 

Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with these Thugs 

Quick to pull a gat an let some motherfucka no love 

It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition 

That never get no competition now we on a mission 

Stick a motherfucker with fileros 

Southern California be the home of the Sureos 

Dropping the Regal and scrappin' it to the ground 

Califa Thugs with the fifth, representing the brown 

So what you wanna do, you punk bitch 

I'll get a motherfucka hit him with some sick shit 

It's about to go down, I give my homeboy's a call 

And everybody's on the way, it's about to go down 

And I always keep away from the juda 

The juda's always out to get a motherfucka like me 

Nobody wants to fuck with this 

L-P-G dropping gangsta shit 

To any motherfucker one to come and trip 

Low Pro won't hesitate to spit