Kronica Smoke

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Silencer] I'm looking at you, and I'll blast you You stupid muthafucka I'm the one to blast you I'm creeping slowly, smoking Mary Jane till I die with the homies We be from Low Profile I'm coming at you with the pistol, what now? Bow down stand down I got the ammunition now it's time for you to lay down Now you know what I can do I don't giva a fuck when I'm after you SD Cali 619 and I thought I'd let you know that I'm one of a kind Two shots to the face And I'm still coming at you when I drink another bass Now you know what I'm all about And you're really gonna know what I been talking about Here I am to let you know To let you know that we're the ones to rock every car show Making money every day And then I gotta take [?] for the Mary Jane Now I show, how it's done Why you wanna battle when you fools arе done Now you're gonna die, you diе All because you talk a lot of shit and lie Everybody out here knowing, I'm in the west coast We'll be the ones to be rocking every car show Jacking the money and we be having the hoes Just a little something to let you know Now you see us coming through What you muthafuckas really what wanna do? I say just you keep away Cause if you don't, then you die, that's the way, bitch [Hook] We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked) We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked) [Verse 2: Mr. Sancho] This is to the kids that doubted me [?] other killers that'll battle me I miss the Calvary that is after me And I make you understand you can't handle me You thought I was [?] but I'm not [?] Don't you underestimate cause I dig what you got hot How'd you like me now? Devil as a child My [?] all well cause these haters talking loud, oh What you gonna do? The hating is easy to do When you call yourself a playa and you're destined to lose Cruise, down the calle in my blues Views, got the carne and booze I choose of the [?] you Use what [?] bruise Choose your destiny On this felony Either way you look big Our arms and neck can touch the fee Yellow tape, so burning this place Murder on TV, o one knows it was me, uh There's s killer on the loose with no proof And a sniper on the roof then I shoot Put a mark on the spot Cause he thought I was weak, ha Homeboy it's what I wanted you to think Jokes on you cause if you wanted like a fool Yeah I'm looking to bruise, see nothing to prove Where the bud at, bud at Wake up with a dub sack You know bitches love that Asking me to puff that But instead got a little hit And then I take sip of gin and ready to begin See me come, watch you run Cause you know Sancho's the one to get the job done, job done, homie By the click of my gun, click of my gun [Hook] We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked) We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked) [Verse 3: Lil Bandit] We smoking on the bud, we choking in the bud Muthafuckers wanna get high, muthafuckas wanna die Cause none know about this chocolate Thai And the cars gonna get ya high all damn night So, mutha fuck you fools trying to come and get high for free But you ain't knowing me I suggest you step the fuck back Go and buy your own fucking chronic sack Buck shots to your dome with my chrome now it's on Blood stains on your clothes, now you know how we roll Low Pro, Califa Thugstas Carving up muthafuckas like hugs kicking up dust Cause this is my Calvary Everybody get down on their fucking knees Begging peace, kissing in my fucking feet Yelling "It's all about that LPG" Real gangstas putting it down, talking shit I'm a make ya look at your puffy lip That's what you get for trying to come sick You ain't nothing but a stupid muthafucking idiot West side till I die, smoking green all the time La marijuana is truly keeping me high Feeling the effects, now tell me what's next Babydoll's coming over to have some sex And blaze one up, choke on up Come and get high with Califa Thugs The hardest muthafuckas out of Daygo coming at you When you barely really fucking us, we're gonna blast you Smash and get cash and mashing out Pull the trigger, let about four balas out Califa Thugs that's what we're all about Drowsy, Estilo, Silencer and… [Hook] We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked) We be these Califa Thugs (Smoking the cronica smoke) We be these Califa Thugs (They're the one trippin and don't wanna be smoked)