Lyrics Calif Thugs - Mr. Sancho

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