(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

Then 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 SureÃ