Low Profile Gangsters - Toss it Up lyrics

[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 f**ing around And that's for real ese So now I'm blasting and rapping, and capping, jacking, hara**ing My enemies are gonna die, cuz here I come to a**asin Southern Cali in Regals, Impalas, strapping the balas, the balas Ah sh**, pelones smoking marijuana Every night smoke a big fat blunt And I'm never gonna stop until I get f**ed up Califa Thugs coming at you and it just don't stop And we got the fine b**hes 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 Pa** 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 sh** 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 f**ed up off this cup of gin And then I'll rap my sh** again A motherf**ing 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 wanna mean-mug You best not be tripping on these Califa Thugs [OFI] Crazy big bad a** Mexicans Bald head lunatics all ready for some gangsta sh** What up, blaze that sh** up And pa** it this way, so we can parly And gangsta bounce motherf**ers 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 b**hes 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 b**hes 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 sh** 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 s**, now what Cruising through the enemy territory Not given a f** packing big nuts cuz 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 Cuz I'm creeping, deceiving, no postion is tweeking Gonna get this bullet's weaking while he's leaking Now from my milli he's sleeping Sleeping like the p**y 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 f** my enemigos, cuz I'm still like an illegal b**h b**h, Califa Thugs baby baby baby Califa Thugs baby baby [Chorus]