This Is For The Riderz

[Mr. Sancho]

This is for the riders for the south siders

The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us

Rollin deep through your streets

Don't give a fuck if you're bringin heat

Close your windows lock your doors

Cause it's Sancho who you'll meet

Bitch, made look rich with those fake ass tits

But do some thing with those zits

Cause I don't like all of it

Ain't it a trip

These bitches love suckin this dick

I stick in their ass and penetrate their clit

Viscious when it comes to luscious pussy

All these bitches wanna fuckin do me

Haters always out there tryin to fool me

But then again they did nothin to me

Oh we, this is the stelo

Bringin the heat

Burnin your ass down like a tree

Cause enemigas wanna see

All of the drama that I be

Eh, ese ese stop fuckin around ese

Stompin ya on the ground

Puttin it down for the 619

[Chorus: Royal T]

This is for the riderz [riders]

You know

This is for the Low Profilerz [Low Profilerz]

Riderz [riderz]

You know

This is for the Low Profilerz [Low Profilerz]

[3x]

[Silencer]

Thugged out bald head

The Silencer is creepin out of the coffin

Once again so fuck a friend ese

You see in the streets of California

There's no fuckin around

When you see me come around

You better stay in town

This is it homie

I put it down for San Diego

All the homies got a 40

And I grot the bow and arrows

One the 6-2 cruise the Avenue

All the bitches yell my name

When I'm on the Avenue

What's up now can't you see I'm in the mix

With a fine hiena with the big ol tits

This is life in SD and this is how it goes

All the hienas wanna see The Silencer at car shows

6-1-9 is the place to be

Makin money all day and I kick it with my G's

Smoke the Mary Jane to relax my mind

And I reminise of the crazy times

[Chorus]

["OG" Spanish Fly a.k.a. Maniac]

It's Maniac on a track with Califa Thugs [Whoa Whoa]

We on hit with a clip give a fuck who shows love [You know]

Cause I'm rollin down the mothafuckin block [The block]

Dodgin the haters cock blockers and the cops

And a vato like me's gonna show no remoarse

When I grab this microphone

A pistol grip and fuck a horse

I ain't trippin off a bitch

They ain't trippin off me

I just do what I gotta do

Make music for the streets

Keepin it gangsta all the time

With a sick minded mentality and a rhyme

With a pen and a paper

Tape in the deck

Watch me drop shit

Like a babies off sex

See my pocket's fat

Like bags of stress

Tossin up my shit

Screamin fuck the rest

So don't trip cause you hear me bumpin

Rollin down Highland

With this track forever dumpin

[Chorus]