Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calif Thugs, artist - Mr. Sancho.
Date of issue: 28.02.2013
Song language: English
Calif Thugs |
My name is Estilo, but I represent you all |
Comin' in touch like some Speed-O's, hope my competition falls |
Whether another be comin', runnin', gunnin'; |
shoot you wit a gun |
Hopin' my lyrical, mystical style leavin' you into rub-bish |
What you gonna do wit these Califa thugs |
Pimpin', thugging, smokin' bud and got you hooked like a drug, sick |
«Why you trippin' on my lyrical, mystical style» «neva!» |
Made’em jump physical, buckwild |
Putting a smile up on your face |
Sprayin' my style all around like mace |
In case, you wanna feel the trance |
That will make you get up and dance |
Enhance your memory |
Get drunk off Hennessey |
Makin' friends wit enemies |
Instead of felonies |
I know ya feelin' me, feelin' my style |
Because some bitches (?) |
Perfectly ladies wit beautiful smiles and profiles |
It’s ok if you have a child |
'cause that’s my style too, too |
'cause that’s ym style too, too |
This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub |
Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug |
Estilo causando desmadre |
Como en la calle que entro el chavo, falle |
Tirando gran versos sin un batalle |
Gracias a mi madre por el regalo |
De vida que enveces es malo |
Reso por salvo |
Salto del saco de los problemas |
Que me voy y hablo de temas |
Cerveza dentro de mis venas |
Enveces me duermo sin cena |
Que pena la pobres |
Me levanto en mis dos pies |
Busco por chamba porque ya me anda |
Excijo la lana otravez |
Game of chess, fact of life |
Will I ever have a wife to support up and be faithful |
But you know that I’m just fatal |
Marital status is alone |
Yeah, but ya thoughts still play my dome; |
Call on the phone |
Another soldier went down that was unknown |
If he was brown and he was proud |
Tip the forty ounce to his soul |
Pay the toll of life |
This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub |
Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug |
Have trouble to fight all this shit in my mind |
It’s a matter of time to keep workin' for mine |
But if you have the beer, have the beer |
To come still represent on your peers |
If you open your ears |
Listen into my style i’ll have you kick it |
As I pray for my soul |
Keep myself in control |
As I go wit tha flow |
I know more to live for |
Harrassing and blasting |
A purple assassin |
A lyrical magic |
Computer attacking |
Abusing contraction |
You know I ain’t ducking |
The words I be stacking |
My homeboy’s attacking |
You’re dumped; |
Glock keep pappin |
Artillery packing |
The bitch that I mack; |
and i’m going to end laughing |
Vatos don’t dance we blast |
Comin' up from the past; |
bumpin' the oldies |
Got my homeboys creepin' up on yo' ass |
Keepin' it true to the slanging, the bang and the yesca |
Picking up on these hynas and the rucas be looking fresca |
But let me take an intermission |
Searching for the proper vision |
And bust off out like a mission |
They lookin' for my existence |
Them vatos will need assistance to bring out this vato’s resistance |
For instance, the distance… Is written |
I’m searching, it’s searched and it’s hidden |
It’s wicked, 'cause it was forbidden |
(?) been trippin', been trippin', been trippin' |
This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub |
Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug |