(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 $#&@in police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets

Don't give a $#&@ if you're bringin heat
Close your windows lock your doors
Cause it's Sancho who you'll meet

(*##$, made look rich with those fake $$# tits
But do some thing with those zits
Cause I don't like all of it

Ain't it a trip
These (*##$es love suckin this dick
I stick in their $$# and penetrate their !@$%

Viscious when it comes to luscious #~!!@
All these (*##$es wanna $#&@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 $$# down like a tree
Cause enemigas wanna see
All of the drama that I be

Eh, ese ese stop $#&@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]
[x3]


[Silencer]
Thugged out bald head

The Silencer is creepin out of the coffin
Once again so $#&@ a friend ese
You see in the streets of California

There's no $#&@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 (*##$es 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 $#&@ who shows love [You know]

Cause I'm rollin down the motha$#&@in block [The block]
Dodgin the haters @@#! blockers and the cops
And a vato like me's gonna show no remoarse

When I grab this microphone
A pistol grip and $#&@ a horse
I ain't trippin off a (*##$

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 %#@!

Like a babies off sex
See my pocket's fat
Like bags of stress
Tossin up my %#@!
Screamin $#&@ the rest

So don't trip cause you hear me bumpin
Rollin down Highland
With this track forever dumpin

[Chorus]