[Chorus: Lil Rob]   Califa Thugs.............   Califa Thugs be rollin rollin      [Youngster]   Dropped out with the double pump   Comin at you with the Krazie Bone   Gotta be the sickest little rapper   With the rhymes and the bigger team   Never question the way Richie rolls   Can't you see, eat a fat dick you hoe   We still gonna travel you can't stop us   Doin what the shit we wanna do   With my bullets in your spine   Fuck a bitch or two   Be the streets thats comin at you   Better watch your dome   Cause the bicthes jackin be mean   So once again it's on   It's the Youngster comin at you   With the visions of a double drop of crack   Layin bustas on thier backs   Just bleedin for survival   It's the mothafuckin Lil Youngster   Comin at your with your mothafuckin rival   Plus the 5-0 is a no-no fuck the po-po   And I know so   As I'm cruisin down with my lo-lo   With the locs on my kid   Pickin up a check with what's the name   On it      [Chorus]   [2x]      [Lil Rob]   Hollow point valas   64 Impalas   Hienas wanna call us   Cause we be the ballas   Lookin at you through the tint of my lids   I don't get intimidated   Even when you're with your friends   And you begin to disapear   Cause you know what   You're never gonna reapear   Cause you gotta   Put your life in gear   Gotta make it real clear   Get intoxicated so you won't be able to stear   Crusin, smilin down the blouavard   With the hienas always wildin   Got the cuete ready with the safety off   That's a warnin for you haters   Don't piss me off   Hittin switches on your playa hatin bitches   Fallin to the ground now that ass is dead   Rollin on D's while we rollin another dub   Come and get high with these Califa Thugs      [Chorus]      [Silencer]   Silencer.... orginal   Enemies lay dead with the bullet holes   Ain't nobody in the world gon takes us out   Can't you see we don't fuck around   Baggy pants creased up with the locs   San Diego West Coast   Makin money all day we don't stop   Hit the switches to make it hop   Pelones smokin marijuana   In the 6-3 Impala   I won't never ever trust no bitches   And I leave my enemies with stiches   This is the way it goes   Silencer from the 19 0 4   Silencer's your Peloncito   And I like it when you call me papacito      [Chorus]