[Silencer]
Califa Thugs straight comin and gunnin
You're running on a mission

No competition
I comin at you with my amuntion
We be the baddest around

The Silencer from San Diego is not $#&@in around
And that's for real ese
So now I'm blastin and rappin

And cappin, jackin, harassin
My enimies are gonna die
Cause here I come to $$#asin

Southern Cali where real ballers
Strappin the valas the valas
Ah %#@! Pelones smokin !@!@&&

Every night smoke a big fat blunt
And I'm never gonna stop until I get $#&@ed up
Califa Thugs comin at you

And it just don't stop
Where got the fine bicthes
At the same ol spot


["OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac]
It's the vato loco who ain't gon choke

Smokin and chokin till ain't no smoke
Roll it up light it up
Never no doubt what I'm all about

I'm chillin in the studio gettin hoes like whoa
Gettin hoes like whoa
Til about in the mornin

Crack of dawn
And I've wipe the %#@! out of my eyes
Then I'll do it again like cup of gin

There I go out to sin
Never will I hit the pig
So $#&@ed up off this cup of gin

And then I'll rap my %#@! again
A motha$#&@in once again


[Chorus: OFI]
Each and every day
We be liven it up

West Coast South Side
We be tossin it up
On the streets or a club

Who wanna mean mug
You best not be trippin
On these Califa Thugs

[x2]

[OFI]

Crazy big bad $$# mexicans
Bald head lunatics
All ready for some gangsta %#@!

What up, blaze that %#@! up
And pass it this way, so we can parly
And gangsta bounce motha$#&@as out their socks

Chippin em off what they hittin for
Make the whole planet rock
Yeah strickly for the players and thugs

Who been flossin them dubs
Skatin on chrome rollin the blunt
Hi sign me between the (*##$es on the streets

Actin a fool bang in the corner
Where the homie creeps
South Side for life baby

The chronic smoke and double duece
Got me acting crazy
California life style

Just livin it up
Surrounded by them (*##$es that be given it up
Now let's toast for the coast

That we all love the most
And go for broke
And get a %#@! load of chronic smoke


[Chorus]

[Mr. Sancho]
Califa Thugs hopin to see me

Smokin up on the bud what
Haters do not like it
Got a big dick for you to suck
Now what
Cruisin through the enemy territory

Not given a $#&@ packin big nuts
Cause it's manditory
End of story
That's how it is on these Cali streets
Not packin a heat

You're gonna get beat
Another casulity
Cause I'm creepin, descevin
No postion is tweakin
Gonna get this bullet's weakin

While he's leakin
Now from my milli he's sleepin
Sleepin like the #~!!@ I was beatin last night
Seakin like a private down with no clue inside
My victim I seak em
And whip em with my pistola

Smokin lots of mota
I'm the one can controla
I'm more evil then Kenevil
When you see me in a regal
$#&@ my enemigos
Cause I'm still like an illegal (*##$
(*##$, Califa Thugs baby

Baby baby
Califa Thugs baby

[Chorus]