Califa Thugs - This Is For The Riderz lyrics

Feat. Mr. Sancho, Royal T and "OG" Spanish Fly (Mr. Sancho) This is for the riders for the south siders The ones that get by the f**in police when they find us Rollin deep through your streets Don't give a f** if you're bringin heat Close your windows lock your doors Cause it's Sancho who you'll meet b**h, made look rich with those fake a** tits But do some thing with those zits Cause I don't like all of it Ain't it a trip These b**hes love s**in this dick I stick in their a** and penetrate their clit Viscious when it comes to luscious p**y All these b**hes wanna f**in do me Haters always out there tryin to fool me But then again they did nothin to me Oh we, this is the stelo Bringin the heat Burnin your a** down like a tree Cause enemigas wanna see All of the drama that I be Eh, ese ese stop f**in around ese Stompin ya on the ground Puttin it down for the 619 (Chorus: Royal T) This is for the riderz (riders) You know This is for the Low Profilerz (Low Profilerz) Riderz (riderz) You know This is for the Low Profilerz (Low Profilerz) (3x) (Silencer) Thugged out bald head The Silencer is creepin out of the coffin Once again so f** a friend ese You see in the streets of California There's no f**in around When you see me come around You better stay in town This is it homie I put it down for San Diego All the homies got a 40 And I grot the bow and arrows One the 6-2 cruise the Avenue All the b**hes yell my name When I'm on the Avenue What's up now can't you see I'm in the mix With a fine hiena with the big ol tits This is life in SD and this is how it goes All the hienas wanna see The Silencer at car shows 6-1-9 is the place to be Makin money all day and I kick it with my G's Smoke the Mary Jane to relax my mind And I reminise of the crazy times (Chorus) ("OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac) It's Maniac on a track with Califa Thugs (Whoa Whoa) We on hit with a clip give a f** who shows love (You know) Cause I'm rollin down the mothaf**in block (The block) Dodgin the haters co*k blockers and the cops And a vato like me's gonna show no remoarse When I grab this microphone A pistol grip and f** a horse I ain't trippin off a b**h They ain't trippin off me I just do what I gotta do Make music for the streets Keepin it gangsta all the time With a sick minded mentality and a rhyme With a pen and a paper Tape in the deck Watch me drop sh** Like a babies off s** See my pocket's fat Like bags of stress Tossin up my sh** Screamin f** the rest So don't trip cause you hear me bumpin Rollin down Highland With this track forever dumpin (Chorus)