Sureã±o Thugs Lyrics - Singles - Califa Thugs

*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time *** 

(CHORUS 1 OFI) 

Steady steppin like full sureno thug 

Grey and blue 

(CHORUS Sancho and Silencer) 

Califa Thugs 

(Silencer) 

Thugged out bald heads 

We the baddest mothafuckas 

And we stay ahead 

Aint nobody never ever gonna take my name 

Cause if you do then you die, thats the way 

Enemies will never last put your glocks away 

Im the baddest muthafucka from around the way 

I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J 

Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day 

The magical thug, Califa Thug 

Silencer is smokin the bud 

I put the nine to the eye 

Just to show there is no love 

And to any muthafucka tryin to take me out 

Makin money everyday day 

Thats what Im all about 

Silencer on a mission 

Ammunition no competition 

Drop a verse to the song with the gangsta rhymes 

Muthafuckas talking shit like every time 

Pull up to the side on the gangsta rhymes 

Time for me to go do a little homicide 

Enemies are gonna get paralyzed 

Everyone is gonna be hypnotized 

Silencer is the one that terrorized 

When you see come around you better step a side 

S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O 

Fuckin bitches every day at the studio 

I carry my dagger 

Somebodys becomin cadaver 

I got the money to travel 

Nobodys ready to battle 

Silencer comin at you 

Silencer is gonna snatch you and 

pass the marijuana let me take another hit 

Cause here I come to blast you 

(OFI) 

Flippin like a mothafucka puttin it down 

Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound 

If only mothafuckas could see me now 

Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud 

I see other fools we know 

That kinda shit dont make me numb 

OG from the hood South of 

Southern Bay click full of playas and thugs 

You want to rumble with us 

Life aint nothin but a jungle to us 

Survival on the streets is a struggle to us 

Pass the bud 

Thats somethin real dont be fuckin with us 

Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow 

Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro 

Imma Spit the shit the best west 

See fit eat dick yall dont know shit 

Watchin me as I make a beat (uhhh) 

Best leave cause Im off the heat 

specially with scripts like these 

Nobodys comin with this much heat 

Southside for those who dont know 

South Bay Palm Avenue fa sho 

SD 1-3 for my Gs on the streets 

Sureno bangin Thug flippin on the beat 

Like that dont you kinda sound good 

Makes you wanna burst homie that would 

Dont hate go ahead speak on it 

Bumpin that cut thats me on it 

(Mr. Sancho) 

Poppin that timmy 

Trip with this puto 

trippin it headin out through the do' 

Pop Pop to the glock go ahead 

Watch all of them putos drop to the flo' 

We headed to the club lookin for some love 

Cause we smokin the bud above the law 

Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip 

Cause Im spittin my lyrics rough and raw 

Livin in the middle of a sin 

Mothafucka never grin 

When Im comin with the Mack 10 

Pop Pop til your body drop 

homies will never stop bustin on a cup a gin 

Nobody never wins when youre little rappin 

Seein how Ive sin could of locked me in the pen 

Or imagine Im dead cause I took one in the head 

With the infrared to my forhead now we flead 

Body now lifeless never felt like this 

Flash backs of my life 

Showin how I acted childish 

(CHORUS 1 AND 2)