(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin'   We straight southsidin'      [Verse 1 - Mr. Sancho]   Now...everybody wanna know what Sancho claims   I got my Southside blood runnin' through my veins   I'm from Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang   Now tell me motherfuckers if you think you can hang   I broke 'em all, playa haters that be tryin' to perpatray us   And you try to imitate us, but you cannot duplicate us   So you had to hate us because you can't fade us   So don't make us slap the bitch that you asked to playa hate us   Commenttatuse, what you thinkin' by thinkin'   You gonna burn up the clippin'   Don't think that I'll be your victim   Because I'll bust the competition   Then I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may come faster   Your wifey likes it long and hard now she's calling me master   Soy Sancho, drinking tequila out the bottle   Don't make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom   Leave you in the tomb, assume   Thinking everything is right but your destine for doom   Motherfucka, you can't fuck with me   Because I get evil and satinical all in your face homey   And I don't really give a fuck about your homies   Take you down one by one but you all dyin' slowly   Fonies you know you gets no love   And if you yappin' and I catch you then you get fucked up   Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get stuck up   Sancho, L-P-G, fool know what's up, come on      [Chorus]   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin' lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin'   We straight southsidin'      [Verse 2 - Silencer]   Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest soldados   Silencer and Mr. Sancho and Big Capone   We stand in position we ready for the war   And all these motherfuckas are ready cause they all about to get smoked   I'm standing guns are all to you   So you wanna talk about me fuck you too   Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with these Thugs   Quick to pull a gat an let some motherfucka no love   It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition   That never get no competition now we on a mission   Stick a motherfucker with fileros   Southern California be the home of the Sureños   Dropping the Regal and scrappin' it to the ground   Califa Thugs with the fifth, representing the brown   So what you wanna do, you punk bitch   I'll get a motherfucka hit him with some sick shit   It's about to go down, I give my homeboy's a call   And everybody's on the way, it's about to go down   And I always keep away from the juda   The juda's always out to get a motherfucka like me   Nobody wants to fuck with this   L-P-G dropping gangsta shit   To any motherfucker one to come and trip   Low Pro won't hesitate to spit      [Chorus]   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin' lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   We straight southsidin', lowridin'   'Till the day we dyin', dyin'   (Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)   We straight southsidin'   We straight southsidin'