Califa thugs - Buckles up

Now can bounce like a bad check even when you have sex
I leave em crippled Frank comin' triple X
what's next from a long night of cruisin'
I line em up and then I start chosen
Them firm hyenas down for an all nighter
And they kick with motherfuckin' wicked westsider
As we slide slide with that gangsters pride
Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side
Frank V I'm straight single, always down to mingle
Sharing is caring that's my motherfuckin' jingle
You say you got a man yeah I always hear it
But see I got a plan and I can't break my spirit
So baby don't fear it cause tonight I'm bustin' you
Your man ain't with you that's what he gets for trustin' you
It's a mans world and tonight your my girl
So hit the three wheel motion and let the forth one twirl

Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the sky
Gettin' ready to gang bang to this beat and watch this gangster glide
Hold your buckles up and raise your chin to the sky
Gettin' ready to gang bang to this beat and watch this gangster glide

This Califa Thug show me love with the smoke bud
Smell the aroma of this smokin' marijuana
Now I'ma tell you somethin' while your bumpin' in your trunk in switches
Bitches wantin' riches but they just end up in ditches, slash
Califa Thugs will make you mash
Take that P make you perky, leave your worries in the past
Now it's time to get high and drunk
And make you body numb because this nights begun
And these Califa Thugs will show you how it's done
From a flip of my tongue
I'm just blowin' and goin' and knowin'
And bitches be knowin' that I don't know
And I always be comin' for something
Kick it a while, true to my style
Low Profile kickin' it a while
Thugs will make you bounce if the ladies want
A Sur Califa Thugs will make you bounce like a Chevy sixty-two

Openin' up my eyes to another sunny day
San Diego, California, Simon that's where we stay
Busters, haters, disrespecters, you need to stay away
Hustlers, Bangers, Slangers, makin' money anyway
That you possibly can cause you know that I'm that man
With an ounce in my hand, six-one-nine be that land
Where you get that chronic, damn
Ain't no need for push and shove
Homie show me love
This Califa Thug
Smokin' all my chronic bud, buzzin' off my beer
Makin' them bumpin' tracks that I know you want to hear
Is it so clear please don't push
So come in hear comin' in from the rear
All messed up with a suitcase
Put the car in rear, I charge in gear, I jacked a beer
While I get away want to hear my say want to hear my say
Smokin' and chokin' and puffin then takin' a hit from a big fat J everyday

Everyday homie you know that's how we do it in San Diego

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