Low Profile Records - Califa Thugs 2 lyrics

Low-Profile hahah, yeah
Now you out to the great wild
You're homeboys come through
Thugs, Felons kILLAS ha ha hah

My name is Estilo,  but I represent you all
Comin' in tight like some Speed-O's
Hope my competition falls
Whether another be comin', runnin'
Gunnin' shoot you in the gut
Hopin' my lyrical
Mystical style leavin' you into rub-bish
What you gonna do wit' these Califa thugs
Pimpin', thuggin', smokin' bud
And got you hooked like a drug, sick
"Why you trippin' on my lyrical
Mystical style? Leva!"
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 with enemies
Instead of felonies
I know ya feelin' me, feelin' my style
Because some bitches are diggin the brown
Perfectly ladies wit' beautiful
Smiles and profiles
It's okay 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 peer, have the peer
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