Somethin To Bump To
Califa Thugs Song Lyrics

Feat. O.G. Spanish Fly(Mr. Sancho)Come with us and let's toastChillin in the west coastFinest City with the best hoes, San DiegoFeelin the urge to choken, token, potenBut provokin hallucination (nation)I lovin the face you're facinChasin firme hynasHavin to wine and dinna To bump and grind herPlaya hatas can not find usCause I'm san diego's finestChicanos (?)(?)Cause I'm the one with the gunAnd I'm usin it for fun, runCause I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongueSmokin a blunt passin it to the sideTo my homie OFI Then it goes around to the homie Spanish FlyWhy, cause we gotta get high, so highParty wit the ladies to the crack of sun riseSuprise dialated eyes, party overTime to leave cause I'm comin down my highbaby(Chorus: OFI)This the kinda of shit Tthat you bump to get drunk toSmoke a blunt toDo what you want toThis the kinda shit that'llMake them freaks want youMake em cheat onSteal your chesse from you(2x)(O.G. Spanish Fly a.k.a Maniac)Woke up one morninThrew on my shoesHit the liquor store Grabed  40 ounce of boozeRolled up a jointPut it to the skyI be gettin high until the day I di dieWith the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta liesCalifa Thugs kickin playin wit a ninePlayin Russian, pull it, cock it backAnd bust it real quickThe shit that I'm on is hit and it sounds sickAlways and forever, I'm down for whateverWhether it's not clever, or in a stormy weatherKickin it wit homies, never roll with phoniesYou'll never see me rollin down the street with no knowmiesKeep my head fool, I never look downNo one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the brownSo listen up to what I say Because my shits out, and it's out to stayChorus:(OFI)I'm ridin low, but I'm all so highGot my top droped and my head in the skyCruisin by the beach checkin out all the assesChrome rims blingin, better get your sun glassesWho's that vato wit the frozen wristEven make stuck up hoes do the neck twistThey say a little loco shouldn't roll like thisThat I belong in a regal or a cutlessBut sorry, if it's a bucket I don't roll itRide so cold, you think a mothafucka stole itThat seems to be our stero types, but I don't fitI never sleep. and I always stay committedAlways on the grind always gettin mineAlways pack a nine, always talk to a bitch if she's fineSinnin from the beginin until the end of timeAnd when I'm done wit my son, this shit rewindsWhen you see me, don't say he's too good for his peopleSay he works hard and got's no equalIf you're hiena I just blow you a kissBut if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like thisChorus: