West Coast South Side Toss It Lyrics - Singles - Califa Thugs

[Silencer] 

Califa Thugs straight comin and gunnin 

You're running on a mission 

No competition 

I comin at you with my amuntion 

We be the baddest around 

The Silencer from San Diego is not fuckin around 

And that's for real ese 

So now I'm blastin and rappin 

And cappin, jackin, harassin 

My enimies are gonna die 

Cause here I come to assasin 

Southern Cali where real ballers 

Strappin the valas the valas 

Ah shit Pelones smokin marijuana 

Every night smoke a big fat blunt 

And I'm never gonna stop until I get fucked up 

Califa Thugs comin at you 

And it just don't stop 

Where got the fine bicthes 

At the same ol spot 

["OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac] 

It's the vato loco who ain't gon choke 

Smokin and chokin till ain't no smoke 

Roll it up light it up 

Never no doubt what I'm all about 

I'm chillin in the studio gettin hoes like whoa 

Gettin hoes like whoa 

Til about in the mornin 

Crack of dawn 

And I've wipe the shit out of my eyes 

Then I'll do it again like cup of gin 

There I go out to sin 

Never will I hit the pig 

So fucked up off this cup of gin 

And then I'll rap my shit again 

A mothafuckin once again 

[Chorus: OFI] 

Each and every day 

We be liven it up 

West Coast South Side 

We be tossin it up 

On the streets or a club 

Who wanna mean mug 

You best not be trippin 

On these Califa Thugs 

[2x] 

[OFI] 

Crazy big bad ass mexicans 

Bald head lunatics 

All ready for some gangsta shit 

What up, blaze that shit up 

And pass it this way, so we can parly 

And gangsta bounce mothafuckas out their socks 

Chippin em off what they hittin for 

Make the whole planet rock 

Yeah strickly for the players and thugs 

Who been flossin them dubs 

Skatin on chrome rollin the blunt 

Hi sign me between the bitches on the streets 

Actin a fool bang in the corner 

Where the homie creeps 

South Side for life baby 

The chronic smoke and double duece 

Got me acting crazy 

California life style 

Just livin it up 

Surrounded by them bitches that be given it up 

Now let's toast for the coast 

That we all love the most 

And go for broke 

And get a shit load of chronic smoke 

[Chorus] 

[Mr. Sancho] 

Califa Thugs hopin to see me 

Smokin up on the bud what 

Haters do not like it 

Got a big dick for you to suck 

Now what 

Cruisin through the enemy territory 

Not given a fuck packin big nuts 

Cause it's manditory 

End of story 

That's how it is on these Cali streets 

Not packin a heat 

You're gonna get beat 

Another casulity 

Cause I'm creepin, descevin 

No postion is tweakin 

Gonna get this bullet's weakin 

While he's leakin 

Now from my milli he's sleepin 

Sleepin like the pussy I was beatin last night 

Seakin like a private down with no clue inside 

My victim I seak em 

And whip em with my pistola 

Smokin lots of mota 

I'm the one can controla 

I'm more evil then Kenevil 

When you see me in a regal 

Fuck my enemigos 

Cause I'm still like an illegal bitch 

Bitch, Califa Thugs baby 

Baby baby 

Califa Thugs baby 

[Chorus]