Sureno Thugs
Califa Thugs Song Lyrics

Feat. Mr. Sancho*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***(Chours 1: OFI)Steady steppin like full sureno thugGrey and blue(4x)(Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac)Califa Thugs(4x)(Silencer)Thugged out blad headWe the baddest mothafuckasAnd we stay aheadAin't nobody never ever gonna take my nameCause if you do then you die, that's the wayEnemies will never last put your glocks awayI'm the baddest mothafucka from around the wayI get a little dizzy when I smoke a JFuck a bitch and a hoe like every dayThe magical thug, Califa ThugSilencer is smokin the budI put the nine to the eyeJust to show there is no loveAnd to any mothafucka tryin to take meMakin money all dayThat's what I'm all aboutSilencer on a missionAmunition no competitionDrop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhymeMothafucka talk shit like every timePull to the side on the gangsta rhymesTime for me to go to a little homicideEnemies are gonna get paralyzedEveryone is gonna be hypnotizedSilencer is the one that terrorizedWhen you see come around you better step a sideS-A-N-D-I-E-G-OFuckin bitches every day I'm at the studioI carry my daggerSomebody's becomin a cadverI got the money to travelNobody's ready to battleSilencer comin at youSilencer's gonna snatch youAnd pass the marijuana let me take another hitCause here I come to blast(OFI)Flippin like a mothafucka puttin downBlazin like a mothafucka smokin a poundIf only mothafuckas could see me nowLaced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud (Califa Thugs)I see other fools we knowThat kinda shit don't make me noneOG from the hood South ofSouthern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs (Califa Thugs)You want to rumble with usLife ain't nothin but a jungle to usSurvival in the streets is a strugle to usPass the budThat's on the real don't be fuckin with us (Califa Thugs)Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too slowSmoke too much indo, sound like a negroSpit the shit the best westSee fit eat dick all don't know shitWatchin me as I make a beatBest leave cause I'm off the heatEspescialy with scripts like theseNobody's comin with this much heatSouthside for those who don't knowSouth Bay Palm Avenue for sureSD 1-3's for my G's on the streetsSureno Thug flippin on the beatLike that don't you kinda sound goodMakin you wanna bounce homie that wouldDon't hate go ahead speak on itBumpin that cut that's me on it(Mr. Sancho)Poppin that timmyTrip with this putoWe headin out through the doorPop Pop to the glockWatch all of them putos drop to the floorWe headin to the club lookin for some loveCause we smokin the bud above the lawMothafucka never trip when I rack up the clipCause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and rawLivin in the middle of a sinMothafucka never grinWhen I'm comin with the mack 10Praw Praw til your body dropHoles on both sides bustin on a cup a ginNobody never wins when you're little rappinSeein how I've sin could of locked me in the penOr imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the headWith the infered to my forhead now we fleadBodies now lifeless never felt like thisFlash backs of my lifeShowin how I acted childish(Chorus 1 and 2)