Califa Thugs

Lyrics

(Demon:) Low-Profile Hahah, yeah Now you out to the great wild You're homeboys come through Thugs, Felons. KILLAS Hahahah [Mr. Sancho - Verse 1:] My name is Estilo, but I represent you all Comin' in tight like some speed-o's, hope my competition falls; Whether or not I'll comin', runnin', gunnin'; shoot you in the gut All with my lyrical, mystical style, leavin' you into rub-bish What you gonna do wit' these Califa thugs Pimpin', thuggin', smokin' bud And got you hooked like a drug, sick "Why you trippin' on my lyrical, mystical style? Leva!" Made'em jump physical, buckwild Putting a smile up on your face Sprayin' my style all around like mace In case, you wanna feel the trance That will make you get up and dance Enhance your memory Get drunk off Hennessey Makin' friends with enemies Instead of felonies I know ya' feelin' me, feelin' my style Because some bitches are diggin' the brown Perfectly ladies wit' beautiful smiles and profiles It's okay if you have a child 'cause that's my style too, too 'cause that's my style too, too [Mr. Sancho: - Chorus:] (x4) This bald headed thug showin' love wit' tha dub Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug [Mr. Sancho - Verse 2:] Estilo causando desmadre Como en la calle que entro el chavo, falle Tirando gran versos sin un batalle Gracias a mi madre por el regalo De vida que enveces es malo Reso por salvo Salto del saco de los problemas Que me voy y hablo de temas Cerveza dentro de mis venas Enveces me duermo sin cena Que pena la pobres Me levanto en mis dos pies Busco por chamba porque ya me anda Exijo la lana otravez Game of chess, fact of life Will I ever have a wife to support up and be faithful But you know that I'm just fatal Marital status is alone Yeah, but ya' thoughts still play my dome; call on the phone Another soldier went down that was unknown If he was Brown and he was Proud Tip the forty ounce to his soul Pay the toll of life [Mr. Sancho: - Chorus:] (x4) This bald headed thug showin' love wit' tha dub Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug [Mr. Sancho - Verse 3:] Have trouble to fight all this shit in my mind It's a matter of time to keep workin' for mine But if you have the peer, have the peer To come still represent on your peers If you open your ears Listening to my style; I'll have you kick it (?)... as I pray for my soul Keep myself in control As I go wit tha flow I know more to live for Harrassing and blasting A perfect assassin A lyrical magic Computer attacking Abusing contraction You know I ain't ducking The words I be stacking My homeboy's attacking You're dumped; Glock keep pappin' Artillery packing The bitch that I'm mackin; I'm going to end it laughing Vatos don't dance we blast Comin' up from the past; bumpin' the oldies Got my homeboys creepin' up on yo' ass Keepin' it true to the slanging, the bang and the yesca Picking up on these hynas and the rucas be looking fresca But let me take an intermission Searching for the proper vision And bust off out like a mission They lookin' for my existence Them vatos will need assistance To bring out this vato's resistance For instance, the distance... Is written I'm searching, it's searched and it's hidden It's wicked, 'cause it was forbidden I never mind 'cause I been trippin', been trippin', been trippin' [Mr. Sancho: - Chorus:] (x4) This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug