Sureno Thugs Lyrics - Singles - Califa Thugs

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

[Chours 1: OFI] 

Steady steppin like full sureno thug 

Grey and blue 

[6x] 

[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac] 

Califa Thugs 

[6x] 

[Silencer] 

Thugged out bald heads 

We the baddest mothafuckas 

And we stay ahead 

Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name 

Cause if you do then you die, that's the way 

Enemies will never last put your glocks away 

I'm the baddest mothafucka 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 mothafucka tryin to take me out 

Makin money everyday day 

That's what I'm all about 

Silencer on a mission 

Amunition no competition 

Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme 

Mothafucka talk shit like every time 

Pull 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 I'm at the studio 

I carry my dagger 

Somebody's becomin a cadver 

I got the money to travel 

Nobody's ready to battle 

Silencer comin at you 

Silencer's gonna snatch you 

And pass the marijuana let me take another hit 

Cause here I come to blast 

[OFI] 

Flippin like a mothafucka puttin down 

Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound 

If only mothafuckas could see me now 

Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs] 

I see other fools mean mugg 

That kinda shit don't make me none 

OG from the hood South of 

Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa Thugs] 

You want to rumble with us 

Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us 

Survival in the streets is a strugle to us 

Pass the bud 

That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa Thugs] 

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 all don't know shit 

Watchin me as I make a beat 

Best leave cause I'm off the heat 

Espescialy with crips like these 

Nobody's comin with this much heat 

Southside for those who don't know 

South Bay Palm Avenue for sure 

SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets 

Sureno Thug flippin on the beat 

Like that don't you kinda sound good 

Makes you wanna bounce homie that would 

Don't hate go ahead speak on it 

Bumpin that cut that's me on it 

[Mr. Sancho] 

Poppin that timmy 

Trip with this puto 

We headin out through the door 

Pop Pop to the glock 

Watch all of them putos drop to the floor 

We headin to the club lookin for some bloods 

Cause we smokin the bud above the law 

Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip 

Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw 

Livin in the middle of a sin 

Mothafucka never grin 

When I'm comin with the mack 10 

Praw Praw til your body drop 

Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin 

Nobody never wins when you're little rappin 

Seein how I've sin could of locked me in the pen 

Or imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the head 

With the infered to my forhead now we flead 

Bodies now lifeless never felt like this 

Flash backs of my life 

Showin how I acted childish 

[Chorus 1 and 2]