[Mr. Sancho] This is for the riders for the south siders The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us Rollin deep through your streets Don't give a fuck if you're bringin heat Close your windows lock your doors Cause it's Sancho who you'll meet Bitch, made look rich with those fake ass tits But do some thing with those zits Cause I don't like all of it Ain't it a trip These bitches love suckin this dick I stick in their ass and penetrate their clit Viscious when it comes to luscious pussy All these bitches wanna fuckin 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 ass down like a tree Cause enemigas wanna see All of the drama that I be Eh, ese ese stop fuckin 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 fuck a friend ese You see in the streets of California There's no fuckin 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 bitches 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
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["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 fuck who shows love [You know] Cause I'm rollin down the mothafuckin block [The block] Dodgin the haters cock blockers and the cops And a vato like me's gonna show no remoarse When I grab this microphone A pistol grip and fuck a horse I ain't trippin off a bitch 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 shit Like a babies off sex See my pocket's fat Like bags of stress Tossin up my shit Screamin fuck the rest So don't trip cause you hear me bumpin Rollin down Highland With this track forever dumpin