Mr. Sancho - This is For the Riderz lyrics

[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]