Low Profile Gangsters - Toss It UpLyrics

[Silencer] Califa Thugs straight coming and gunning You're running on a mission, no competition I'm coming at you with my ammuntion We be the baddest around The Silencer from San Diego is not fucking around And that's for real ese So now I'm blasting and rapping, and capping, jacking, harassing My enemies are gonna die, 'cause here I come to assassin Southern Cali in Regals, Impalas, strapping the balas, the balas Ah shit, pelones smoking marijuana Every night smoke a big fat blunt And I'm never gonna stop until I get fucked up Califa Thugs coming at you and it just don't stop And we got the fine bitches at the same old spot [OG Spanish Fly] It's the vato loco who ain't no joke Smoking and choking the indo smoke Roll it up, light it up Pass to the next, now hit em up Get loc'ed out, smoked out, choked out Never no doubt what I'm all about I'm chilling in the studio gaining hoes like Rogain Getting hoes like whoa, until in the morning Crack of dawn And I've wipe the shit 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 fucked up off this cup of gin And then I'll rap my shit again A motherfucking once again [Chorus x2: OFI] Each and every day we be living it up West Coast, Southside, we be tossing it up On the streets or the club, who want to mean-mug You best not be tripping on these Califa Thugs [OFI] Crazy big bad ass Mexicans Bald head lunatics all ready for some gangsta shit What up, blaze that shit up And pass it this way, so we can parly And gangsta bounce motherfuckers out their socks Chipping em off what they hitting for, make the whole planet rock Yeah strickly for the players and thugs Who been flossing them dubs, skating on chrome rolling up blunts High sign me between the bitches on the streets Acting a fool, bang in the corner where the homey creeps Southside for life baby The chronic smoke and Southern dues got me acting crazy California life style, just living it up Surrounded by them bitches who be giving it up Now let's toast for the coast that we all love the most And go for broke and get a shit load of chronic smoke [Chorus] [Mr. Sancho] Califa Thugs hoping to see me, smoking up on the bud what Haters do not like it, got a big dick for you to suck, now what Cruising through the enemy territory Not given a fuck packing big nuts 'cause it's manditory, end of story That's how it is on these Cali streets Not packing a heat you're gonna get beat, another casualty 'cause I'm creeping, deceiving, no position is tweeking Gonna get this bullet's weaking while he's leaking Now from my milli he's sleeping Sleeping like the pussy that I was beating last night Seeking like a private down with no clue inside My victim, I seek em and whip em with my pistola Smoking lots of mota, I'm the one que controla I'm more Evil then Kenevil, people you see me in a Regal Fuck my enemigos, 'cause I'm still like an illegal bitch Bitch, Califa Thugs baby baby baby Califa Thugs baby baby [Chorus]