San Francisco Knights

歌詞

(scratching) On a warm San Franciscan Night... On a warm San Franciscan Night... On a warm San Franciscan Night... On a warm San Franciscan Night... On a warm San Franciscan Night... Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded, Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds We run aground like ships over these beats I flips The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay We all-city like the Mayor You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor The G for international ladies like a sailor, Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night And it all went down, a what, what On a warm San Franciscan night Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew On a warm San Franciscan night We rollin' blunts and doin' the do On a warm San Franciscan night We doin shows wit a mic check a one two On a warm San Franciscan night PUTS on the back, but we're comin' through On a warm San Franciscan night We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin' Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel, Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K Ay, ay what's up? Roll up the windows and spark Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws CTI 7071, go buy it Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats The PUTS show's a San Francisco treat A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie Phony homie, you'll never rock a party Your wack-ass crew gets called out See I play the rod-roddy, come on now To the Southland punks have you feelin the concrete Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering Sayin that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose Spice rockin' yo mother-fuckin whole city On A Warm San Francisco Night Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do) On A Warm San Francisco Night Chillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew) On A Warm San Francisco Night Scaring old people, still doin the do (we're doin the do) Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed We be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, loose, San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back we gonna have some fun Much love to the Bay Area P-U-T-S On a warm San Franciscan... Rockin' the disco, startin' a fight