califa thugs – this is for the riderz lyrics
feat. mr. sancho, royal t and “og” spanish fly
(mr. sancho)
this is for the riders for the south siders
the ones that get by the f-ckin police when they find us
rollin deep through your streets
don’t give a f-ck if you’re bringin heat
close your windows lock your doors
cause it’s sancho who you’ll meet
b-tch, made look rich with those fake -ss t-ts
but do some thing with those zits
cause i don’t like all of it
ain’t it a trip
these b-tches love suckin this d-ck
i stick in their -ss and penetrate their cl-t
viscious when it comes to luscious p-ssy
all these b-tches wanna f-ckin 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 -ss down like a tree
cause enemigas wanna see
all of the drama that i be
eh, ese ese stop f-ckin 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-ck a friend ese
you see in the streets of california
there’s no f-ckin 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-tches 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 t-ts
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-ck who shows love (you know)
cause i’m rollin down the mothaf-ckin block (the block)
dodgin the haters c-ck blockers and the cops
and a vato like me’s gonna show no remo-rs-
when i grab this microphone
a pistol grip and f-ck a horse
i ain’t trippin off a b-tch
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-t
like a babies off s-x
see my pocket’s fat
like bags of stress
tossin up my sh-t
screamin f-ck the rest
so don’t trip cause you hear me b-mpin
rollin down highland
with this track forever dumpin
(chorus)
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