Califa Thugs - West Coast South Side Toss It lyrics

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[Silencer]

Califa Thugs straight comin and gunnin

You're running on a mission

No competition

I comin at you with my amuntion

We be the baddest around

The Silencer from San Diego is not fuckin around

And that's for real ese

So now I'm blastin and rappin

And cappin, jackin, harassin

My enimies are gonna die

Cause here I come to assasin

Southern Cali where real ballers

Strappin the valas the valas

Ah shit Pelones smokin marijuana

Every night smoke a big fat blunt

And I'm never gonna stop until I get fucked up

Califa Thugs comin at you

And it just don't stop

Where got the fine bicthes

At the same ol spot

["OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac]

It's the vato loco who ain't gon choke

Smokin and chokin till ain't no smoke

Roll it up light it up

Never no doubt what I'm all about

I'm chillin in the studio gettin hoes like whoa

Gettin hoes like whoa

Til about in the mornin

Crack of dawn

And I've wipe the shit out of my eyes

Then I'll do it again like cup of gin

There I go out to sin

Never will I hit the pig

So fucked up off this cup of gin

And then I'll rap my shit again

A mothafuckin once again

[Chorus: OFI]

Each and every day

We be liven it up

West Coast South Side

We be tossin it up

On the streets or a club

Who wanna mean mug

You best not be trippin

On these Califa Thugs

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[OFI]

Crazy big bad ass mexicans

Bald head lunatics

All ready for some gangsta shit

What up, blaze that shit up

And pass it this way, so we can parly

And gangsta bounce mothafuckas out their socks

Chippin em off what they hittin for

Make the whole planet rock

Yeah strickly for the players and thugs

Who been flossin them dubs

Skatin on chrome rollin the blunt

Hi sign me between the bitches on the streets

Actin a fool bang in the corner

Where the homie creeps

South Side for life baby

The chronic smoke and double duece

Got me acting crazy

California life style

Just livin it up

Surrounded by them bitches that be given it up

Now let's toast for the coast

That we all love the most

And go for broke

And get a shit load of chronic smoke

[Chorus]

[Mr. Sancho]

Califa Thugs hopin to see me

Smokin up on the bud what

Haters do not like it

Got a big dick for you to suck

Now what

Cruisin through the enemy territory

Not given a fuck packin big nuts

Cause it's manditory

End of story

That's how it is on these Cali streets

Not packin a heat

You're gonna get beat

Another casulity

Cause I'm creepin, descevin

No postion is tweakin

Gonna get this bullet's weakin

While he's leakin

Now from my milli he's sleepin

Sleepin like the pussy I was beatin last night

Seakin like a private down with no clue inside

My victim I seak em

And whip em with my pistola

Smokin lots of mota

I'm the one can controla

I'm more evil then Kenevil

When you see me in a regal

Fuck my enemigos

Cause I'm still like an illegal bitch

Bitch, Califa Thugs baby

Baby baby

Califa Thugs baby

[Chorus]