THUG
Mr. Str8 Lyrics
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[Chours 1: OFI]
Steady steppin like full sureno thug
Grey and blue
[4x]
[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]
[4x]
[Silencer]
Thugged out blad head
We the baddest mothafuckas
And we stay ahead
Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name
Cause if you do then you die, that's the way
Enemies will never last put your glocks away
I'm the baddest mothafucka from around the way
I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day
The magical thug, Califa Thug
Silencer is smokin the bud
I put the nine to the eye
Just to show there is no love
And to any mothafucka tryin to take me
Makin money all day
That's what I'm all about
Silencer on a mission
Amunition no competition
Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme
Mothafucka talk shit like every time
Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes
Time for me to go to a little homicide
Enemies are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is gonna be hypnotized
Silencer is the one that terrorized
When you see come around you better step a side
S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O
Fuckin bitches every day I'm at the studio
I carry my dagger
Somebody's becomin a cadver
I got the money to travel
Nobody's ready to battle
Silencer comin at you
Silencer's gonna snatch you
And pass the marijuana let me take another hit
Cause here I come to blast
[OFI]
Flippin like a mothafucka puttin down
Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound
If only mothafuckas could see me now
Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs]
I see other fools we know
That kinda shit don't make me none
OG from the hood South of
Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa Thugs]
You want to rumble with us
Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us
Survival in the streets is a strugle to us
Pass the bud
That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa Thugs]
a lot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow
Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro
Spit the shit the best west
See fit eat dick all don't know shit
Watchin me as I make a beat
Best leave cause I'm off the heat
Espescialy with scripts like these
Nobody's comin with this much heat
Southside for those who don't know
South Bay Palm Avenue for sure
SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets
Sureno Thug flippin on the beat
Like that don't you kinda sound good
Makin you want to bounce homie that would
Don't hate go ahead speak on it
Bumpin that cut that's me on it
[Mr. Sancho]
Poppin that timmy
Trip with this puto
We headin out through the door
Pop Pop to the glock
Watch all of them putos drop to the floor
We headin to the club lookin for some love
Cause we smokin the bud above the law
Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip
Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw
Livin in the middle of a sin
Mothafucka never grin
When I'm comin with the mack 10
Praw Praw til your body drop
Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when you're little rappin
Seein how I've sin could of locked me in the pen
Or imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the head
With the infered to my forehead now we flead
Bodies now lifeless never felt like this
Flash backs of my life
Showin how I acted childish
[Chorus 1 and 2]
The lyrics of Mr. Str8's song "Thug" talk about the life of a thug in Southern California. The first verses focus on Silencer, the thugged-out bald head, who boasts about his toughness and lack of love for his enemies. He also talks about his smoking habits and his love for women. Silencer is the leader of the Cali Thugs, and he's on a mission to make money and take down his enemies.
OFI, the next verse, talks about his own life as a thug. He's flipping and smoking like a mothafucka, and he doesn't care about what others think. He's part of the Southern Bay cliq, where life is a struggle for survival. OFI encourages his enemies not to mess with him and his crew, the Califa Thugs. He also talks about his beats being slow and sounding like a negro.
Mr. Sancho closes the song by talking about his own life as a thug. He goes to the club and racks up clips, ready to take down anyone who crosses his path. He's had flashbacks of his childish behavior, but he doesn't regret his life as a thug.
Overall, the lyrics of the song depict the gritty and tough life of a thug in Southern California, where survival is key and violence is often the answer to any problem.
Line by Line Meaning
Steady steppin like full sureno thug
I walk confidently like a true Southern California gangster
Grey and blue
Representing my gang's colors
Califa Thugs
My gang's name
Thugged out blad head
I have a bald head, symbolizing my tough, streetwise appearance
We the baddest mothafuckas
My crew is the toughest, most badass group around
And we stay ahead
We always stay on top and ahead of the competition
Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name
No one will ever take my reputation or identity
Cause if you do then you die, that's the way
If someone tries to steal my image, they'll face deadly consequences
Enemies will never last put your glocks away
My enemies won't survive and should give up trying to fight me
I'm the baddest mothafucka from around the way
I'm the toughest person in my neighborhood
I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J
I get high from smoking marijuana
Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day
I have sex with women every day
The magical thug, Califa Thug
I'm a legendary gangster, representing my gang
Silencer is smokin the bud
I'm smoking marijuana
I put the nine to the eye
I threaten others by pointing a gun at their eye
Just to show there is no love
To prove my toughness and lack of empathy
And to any mothafucka tryin to take me
I'll retaliate against anyone who tries to harm me
Makin money all day
I'm earning money constantly
That's what I'm all about
My life's purpose is to make money
Silencer on a mission
I'm determined to accomplish my goals
Amunition no competition
I have everything I need to succeed, and no one can compete with me
Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme
I'm rapping with tough, streetwise lyrics
Mothafucka talk shit like every time
Someone is always talking negatively about me
Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes
I'm stopping to rap with others about our tough lives
Time for me to go to a little homicide
I might need to commit murder soon
Enemies are gonna get paralyzed
My enemies will be overcome with fear and unable to fight back
Everyone is gonna be hypnotized
Everyone will be impressed by my toughness and confidence
Silencer is the one that terrorized
I'm the one causing fear and chaos in my community
When you see come around you better step a side
People should move out of my way when they see me
S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O
My hometown
Fuckin bitches every day I'm at the studio
I have sex with women often
I carry my dagger
I always have a weapon on me
Somebody's becomin a cadver
Someone might die soon
I got the money to travel
I have enough money to go anywhere I want
Nobody's ready to battle
No one is prepared to fight me
Silencer comin at you
I'm coming after you with force
Silencer's gonna snatch you
I'm going to capture you
And pass the marijuana let me take another hit
I'm smoking more marijuana
Cause here I come to blast
I'm coming to cause chaos and destruction
Flippin like a mothafucka puttin down
I'm showing off my impressive dance moves
Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound
I'm smoking a large amount of marijuana
If only mothafuckas could see me now
People would be impressed if they saw me
Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud
I'm hanging out with other gangsters, listening to loud music
I see other fools we know
I recognize other people in my community who aren't gangsters
That kinda shit don't make me none
It doesn't affect me when others disapprove of my lifestyle
OG from the hood South of
I'm a respected original gangster from Southern California
Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs
My gang is for those who enjoy the gangster lifestyle
Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us
Life is tough and chaotic for gangsters like us
Pass the bud
Give me more marijuana
That's on the real don't be fuckin with us
We are serious and shouldn't be messed with
a lot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow
Some people criticize my music for being too slow
Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro
Marijuana has affected my voice, making it sound different
Spit the shit the best west
I rap with the best of them in the western United States
See fit eat dick all don't know shit
Those who criticize me don't know what they're talking about
Watchin me as I make a beat
Others watch me make music
Best leave cause I'm off the heat
People should leave me alone because I'm in a dangerous and aggressive state
Espescialy with scripts like these
My lyrics are particularly aggressive and threatening
Nobody's comin with this much heat
No one else is as aggressive and dangerous as me and my crew
Southside for those who don't know
I'm from the southern part of my city
South Bay Palm Avenue for sure
Specifically, I'm from Palm Avenue in South Bay
SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets
My gang represents the neighborhoods in San Diego with zip codes starting with 1 or 3
Sureno Thug flippin on the beat
I'm rapping with tough lyrics over a beat
Like that don't you kinda sound good
My music is impressive and appealing
Makin you want to bounce homie that would
My music makes you want to dance and move around
Don't hate go ahead speak on it
If you don't like my music, go ahead and say so
Bumpin that cut that's me on it
That song is mine and I'm proud of it
Poppin that timmy
I'm using a shotgun
Trip with this puto
I'm with another gangster
We headin out through the door
We're leaving somewhere
Pop Pop to the glock
Shooting my handgun
Watch all of them putos drop to the floor
Everyone we're shooting at is falling down
We headin to the club lookin for some love
We're going to a club to find women to have sex with
Cause we smokin the bud above the law
We're breaking the law by using marijuana
Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip
I'm calm and collected when loading my gun
Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw
My lyrics are tough and aggressive
Livin in the middle of a sin
I'm surrounded by illegal and immoral activity
Mothafucka never grin
I'm always serious and never smile
When I'm comin with the mack 10
I'm carrying a MAC-10 handgun
Praw Praw til your body drop
I'll keep shooting until you're dead
Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin
My gun has a lot of bullets and I'm drinking gin
Flash backs of my life
I'm remembering moments from my past
Showin how I acted childish
I made immature decisions in the past
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