Calif Thugs - Mr. Sancho

My name is Estilo, but I represent you all

Comin' in touch like some Speed-O's, hope my competition falls

Whether another be comin', runnin', gunnin';

shoot you wit a gun

Hopin' my lyrical, mystical style leavin' you into rub-bish

What you gonna do wit these Califa thugs

Pimpin', thugging, smokin' bud and got you hooked like a drug, sick

«Why you trippin' on my lyrical, mystical style» «neva!»

Made’em jump physical, buckwild

Putting a smile up on your face

Sprayin' my style all around like mace

In case, you wanna feel the trance

That will make you get up and dance

Enhance your memory

Get drunk off Hennessey

Makin' friends wit enemies

Instead of felonies

I know ya feelin' me, feelin' my style

Because some bitches (?)

Perfectly ladies wit beautiful smiles and profiles

It’s ok if you have a child

'cause that’s my style too, too

'cause that’s ym style too, too

This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub

Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug

Estilo causando desmadre

Como en la calle que entro el chavo, falle

Tirando gran versos sin un batalle

Gracias a mi madre por el regalo

De vida que enveces es malo

Reso por salvo

Salto del saco de los problemas

Que me voy y hablo de temas

Cerveza dentro de mis venas

Enveces me duermo sin cena

Que pena la pobres

Me levanto en mis dos pies

Busco por chamba porque ya me anda

Excijo la lana otravez

Game of chess, fact of life

Will I ever have a wife to support up and be faithful

But you know that I’m just fatal

Marital status is alone

Yeah, but ya thoughts still play my dome;

Call on the phone

Another soldier went down that was unknown

If he was brown and he was proud

Tip the forty ounce to his soul

Pay the toll of life

This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub

Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug

Have trouble to fight all this shit in my mind

It’s a matter of time to keep workin' for mine

But if you have the beer, have the beer

To come still represent on your peers

If you open your ears

Listen into my style i’ll have you kick it

As I pray for my soul

Keep myself in control

As I go wit tha flow

I know more to live for

Harrassing and blasting

A purple assassin

A lyrical magic

Computer attacking

Abusing contraction

You know I ain’t ducking

The words I be stacking

My homeboy’s attacking

You’re dumped;

Glock keep pappin

Artillery packing

The bitch that I mack;

and i’m going to end laughing

Vatos don’t dance we blast

Comin' up from the past;

bumpin' the oldies

Got my homeboys creepin' up on yo' ass

Keepin' it true to the slanging, the bang and the yesca

Picking up on these hynas and the rucas be looking fresca

But let me take an intermission

Searching for the proper vision

And bust off out like a mission

They lookin' for my existence

Them vatos will need assistance to bring out this vato’s resistance

For instance, the distance… Is written

I’m searching, it’s searched and it’s hidden

It’s wicked, 'cause it was forbidden

(?) been trippin', been trippin', been trippin'

This bald headed thug showin' love wit tha dub

Lyrical, mystical sound from the set Califa Thug