LOW PROFILE GANGSTERS - Toss It Up lyrics

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[Silencer]

Califa Thugs straight coming and gunning

You're running on a mission, no competition

I'm coming at you with my ammuntion

We be the baddest around

The Silencer from San Diego is not fucking around

And that's for real ese

So now I'm blasting and rapping, and capping, jacking, harassing

My enemies are gonna die, cuz here I come to assasin

Southern Cali in Regals, Impalas, strapping the balas, the balas

Ah shit, pelones smoking marijuana

Every night smoke a big fat blunt

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

Califa Thugs coming at you and it just don't stop

And we got the fine bitches at the same old spot

[OG Spanish Fly]

It's the vato loco who ain't no joke

Smoking and choking the indo smoke

Roll it up, light it up

Pass to the next, now hit em up

Get loc'ed out, smoked out, choked out

Never no doubt what I'm all about

I'm chilling in the studio gaining hoes like Rogain

Getting hoes like whoa, until in the morning

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 motherfucking once again

[Chorus x2: OFI]

Each and every day we be living it up

West Coast, Southside, we be tossing it up

On the streets or the club, who wanna mean-mug

You best not be tripping on these Califa Thugs

[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 motherfuckers out their socks

Chipping em off what they hitting for, make the whole planet rock

Yeah strickly for the players and thugs

Who been flossing them dubs, skating on chrome rolling up blunts

High sign me between the bitches on the streets

Acting a fool, bang in the corner where the homey creeps

Southside for life baby

The chronic smoke and Southern dues got me acting crazy

California life style, just living it up

Surrounded by them bitches who be giving 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 hoping to see me, smoking up on the bud what

Haters do not like it, got a big dick for you to suck, now what

Cruising through the enemy territory

Not given a fuck packing big nuts cuz it's manditory, end of story

That's how it is on these Cali streets

Not packing a heat you're gonna get beat, another casualty

Cuz I'm creeping, deceiving, no postion is tweeking

Gonna get this bullet's weaking while he's leaking

Now from my milli he's sleeping

Sleeping like the pussy that I was beating last night

Seeking like a private down with no clue inside

My victim, I seek em and whip em with my pistola

Smoking lots of mota, I'm the one que controla

I'm more Evil then Kenevil, people you see me in a Regal

Fuck my enemigos, cuz I'm still like an illegal bitch

Bitch, Califa Thugs baby baby baby

Califa Thugs baby baby

[Chorus]