Mr. Sancho

Mr. Sancho - Sureno Thugs lyrics

rate me

(feat. Califa Thugs)

[Chorus 1 and 2 said same time]

[Chours 1: OFI]

steady steppin like full sureno thug

grey and blue

[x6]

[Chours 2: sancho and Manic]

Califa Thugs

[x6]

[Silencer]

Thugged out bald head

We the baddest motherfuckers

And we stay ahead

Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name

Cause if you then you die, thats the way

Enemies will never last put your glocks a way

i'm the baddest muthafucka from around the way

I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J

fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day

the magical thug, califa thug

silencer is smoking the bud

I put the nine to the eye

just to show there is no love

and to any mothefucka trying to take me out

makin money every day

thats what I'm all about

silencer on a mission

amunition no compettion

drop a verseto the song with a gangsta rhymes

mothafucka talk shit like every time

pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes

time for me to go to a little homicide

enemies are going to get paralyzed

everyone is ganna e hypnotized

silencer is the one one that terrorized

when you see come around you better step a side

S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O

fuckin bitches every day I'm at the studio

I carry my dagger

somebodies becomin a cadver

I got the money to travel

nobody's ready to battle

silencer comin at you

silencer is ganna snatch you

and pass the marijuana let me take another hit

cause here I come to blast you

[OFI]

flippin like a mothafucka puttin down

blazin like a mothafucka smoking a pound

if only motherfuckers could see me now

lace up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud (califa thugs)

I see other fools we know

that kind of shit dont make me none

OG from the hood south of

southern clique for the playas and thugs (califa thugs)

you want to rumble with us

life ain't nothin but a jungle to us

pass the bud

thats on the real dont be fuckin with us (califa thugs)

a lot of muthafuckas say my beats are too slow

smoke to much indo, sound like a negro

spit the shit the best west

see fit eat dick all sont know shit

watching me as I make a beat uuuhh

best leave cause I'm off the heat

south side for those who dont know

south bay palm avenue fo sho

SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets

sureno thug flipin on the beat

like that dont you kind of sound good

making you wanna bounce homie that would

dont hate go ahead speak on it

bumpin that cut thats me on it

[Mr. Sancho]

poppin that timmy

trip with this puto

we headin out through the doot

pop pop to the glock

warch all of them putos deop to the floor

we headin to the club lookin for some bloods

cause we smokin the bud under the law

mothefucka never trip when I rack up the clip

cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw

livin in the middle of a sin

mothafucka never grin

when I'm comin with the mack 10

praw praw till your body drop

holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin

nobody never wins when you're little rapp in

seein how I sin could of locked me in the pen

or imagen I'm dead cause I took one in the head

with the infered to my forhead now we flead

bodies now lifeless never felt like this

flash backs of my life

showin how I acted childish

[chorus 1 and 2]

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