Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calif Thugs , by - Mr. Sancho. Release date: 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 |