Feat. Mr. Sancho
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*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time ***
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[Chours 1: OFI]
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Steady steppin like full sureno thug
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Gray and blue
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[6x]
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[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]
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Califa Thugs
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[6x]
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[Silencer]
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Thugged out bald heads
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We the baddest mothafuckas
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And we stay ahead
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Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name
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Cause if you do then you die, that's the way
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Enemies will never last put your glocks away
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I'm the baddest mothafucka from around the way
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I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J
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Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day
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The magical thug, Califa Thug
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Silencer is smokin the bud
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I put the nine to the eye
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Just to show there is no love
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And to any mothafucka tryin to take me out
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Makin money everyday day
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That's what I'm all about
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Silencer on a mission
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Amunition no competition
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Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme
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Mothafucka talk shit like every time
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Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes
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Time for me to go do a little homicide
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Enemies are gonna get paralyzed
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Everyone is gonna be hypnotized
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Silencer is the one that terrorized
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When you see come around you better step a side
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S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O
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Fuckin bitches every day I¡¯m at the studio
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I carry my dagger
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Somebody's becomin a cadver
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I got the money to travel
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Nobody's ready to battle
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Silencer comin at you
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Silencer's gonna snatch you
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And pass the marijuana let me take another hit
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Cause here I come to blast You
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[OFI]
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Flippin like a mothafucka puttin down
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Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound
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If only mothafuckas could see me now
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Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs]
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I see other fools mean mugg
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That kinda shit don't make me none
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OG from the hood South of
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Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa Thugs]
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You want to rumble with us
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Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us
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Survival in the streets is a strugle to us
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Pass the bud
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That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa Thugs]
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Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow
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Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro
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Imma Spit the shit the best west
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See fit eat dick all don't know shit
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Watchin me as I make a beat
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Best leave cause I'm off the heat
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Espescialy with crips like these
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Nobody's comin with this much heat
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Southside for those who don't know
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South Bay Palm Avenue for sure
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SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets
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Sureno Thug flippin on the beat
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Like that don't you kinda sound good
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Makes you wanna bounce homie that would
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Don't hate go ahead speak on it
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Bumpin that cut that's me on it
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[Mr. Sancho]
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Poppin that timmy
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Trip with this puto
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We headin out through the door
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Pop Pop to the glock
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Watch all of them putos drop to the floor
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We headin to the club lookin for some bloods
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Cause we smokin the bud above the law
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Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip
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Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw
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Livin in the middle of a sin
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Mothafucka never grin
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When I'm comin with the mack 10
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Praw Praw til your body drop
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Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin
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Nobody never wins when you're little rappin
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Seein how I've sin could of locked me in the pen
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Or imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the head
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With the infered to my forhead now we flead
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Bodies now lifeless never felt like this
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Flash backs of my life
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Showin how I acted childish
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[Chorus 1 and 2]
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Sureno Thugs
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| Califa Thugs |
