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feat. Califa Thugs [Chorus - Mr. Sancho] We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' We straight southsidin' [Verse 1 - Mr. Sancho] Now...everybody wanna know what Sancho claims I got my Southside blood runnin' through my veins I'm from Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang Now tell me motherfuckers if you think you can hang I broke 'em all, playa haters that be tryin' to perpatray us And you try to imitate us, but you cannot duplicate us So you had to hate us because you can't fade us So don't make us slap the bitch that you asked to playa hate us Commenttatuse, what you thinkin' by thinkin' You gonna burn up the clippin' Don't think that I'll be your victim Because I'll bust the competition Letras de cancionesThen I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may come faster Your wifey likes it long and hard now she's calling me master Soy Sancho, drinking tequila out the bottle Don't make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom Leave you in the tomb, assume Thinking everything is right but your destine for doom Motherfucka, you can't fuck with me Because I get evil and satinical all in your face homey And I don't really give a fuck about your homies Take you down one by one but you all dyin' slowly Fonies you know you gets no love And if you yappin' and I catch you then you get fucked up Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up Sancho, L-P-G, fool know what's up, come on [Chorus] We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' We straight southsidin' [Verse 2 - Silencer] Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest soldados Silencer and Mr. Sancho and Big Capone We stand in position we ready for the war And all these motherfuckas are ready cause they all about to get smoked I'm standing guns are all to you So you wanna talk about me fuck you too Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with these Thugs Quick to pull a gat an let some motherfucka no love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California be the home of the Sureños Dropping the Regal and scrappin' it to the ground Califa Thugs with the fifth, representing the brown So what you wanna do, you punk bitch I'll get a motherfucka hit him with some sick shit It's about to go down, I give my homeboy's a call And everybody's on the way, it's about to go down And I always keep away from the juda The juda's always out to get a motherfucka like me Nobody wants to fuck with this L-P-G dropping gangsta shit To any motherfucker one to come and trip Low Pro won't hesitate to spit [Chorus] We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' We straight southsidin', lowridin' 'Till the day we dyin', dyin' (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs) We straight southsidin' We straight southsidin' From Letras Mania