Califa Thugs - West Coast Southside Toss It Up lyrics

[Silencer] Califa Thugs straight comin and gunnin You're running on a mission No competition I comin at you with my amuntion We be the baddest around The Silencer from San Diego is not f**in around And that's for real ese So now I'm blastin and rappin And cappin, jackin, hara**in My enimies are gonna die Cause here I come to a**asin Southern Cali where real ballers Strappin the valas the valas Ah sh** Pelones smokin marijuana Every night smoke a big fat blunt And I'm never gonna stop until I get f**ed up Califa Thugs comin at you And it just don't stop Where got the fine bicthes At the same ol spot ["OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac] It's the vato loco who ain't gon choke Smokin and chokin till ain't no smoke Roll it up light it up Never no doubt what I'm all about I'm chillin in the studio gettin hoes like whoa Gettin hoes like whoa Til about in the mornin Crack of dawn And I've wipe the sh** out of my eyes Then I'll do it again like cup of gin There I go out to sin Never will I hit the pig So f**ed up off this cup of gin And then I'll rap my sh** again A mothaf**in once again [Chorus: OFI] Each and every day We be liven it up West Coast South Side We be tossin it up On the streets or a club Who wanna mean mug You best not be trippin On these Califa Thugs [x2] [OFI] Crazy big bad a** mexicans Bald head lunatics All ready for some gangsta sh** What up, blaze that sh** up And pa** it this way, so we can parly And gangsta bounce mothaf**as out their socks Chippin em off what they hittin for Make the whole planet rock Yeah strickly for the players and thugs Who been flossin them dubs Skatin on chrome rollin the blunt Hi sign me between the b**hes on the streets Actin a fool bang in the corner Where the homie creeps South Side for life baby The chronic smoke and double duece Got me acting crazy California life style Just livin it up Surrounded by them b**hes that be given it up Now let's toast for the coast That we all love the most And go for broke And get a sh** load of chronic smoke [Chorus] [Mr. Sancho] Califa Thugs hopin to see me Smokin up on the bud what Haters do not like it Got a big dick for you to s** Now what Cruisin through the enemy territory Not given a f** packin big nuts Cause it's manditory End of story That's how it is on these Cali streets Not packin a heat You're gonna get beat Another casulity Cause I'm creepin, descevin No postion is tweakin Gonna get this bullet's weakin While he's leakin Now from my milli he's sleepin Sleepin like the p**y I was beatin last night Seakin like a private down with no clue inside My victim I seak em And whip em with my pistola Smokin lots of mota I'm the one can controla I'm more evil then Kenevil When you see me in a regal f** my enemigos Cause I'm still like an illegal b**h b**h, Califa Thugs baby Baby baby Califa Thugs baby [Chorus]