San Francisco Knights

(scratching)
On a warm San Franciscan Night...
(Verse 1)
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded,
Tryin to find Smileys house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets
And ******s givin us pounds cause of these ****-ass sounds
We run aground like ** ****ps over these beats I flips
The bass is hittin so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesnt 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 ******t 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 dont know
We doin, we doin shows in San Francisco
Thats 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 ******t
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
Werollin 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 were comin through
On a warm San Franciscan night
(Verse 2)
We was drinkin, smokin, more smokin, more drinkin
Didnt think about the morning hangover, just didnt want to be sober
Yo Radio , tell me how did you feel,
Like Ill never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel
Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K
Ay, ay whats up?
Roll up the windows and spark
Done deal, yo, you didnt have to ask twice
Smokin on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights
Im 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, dont try it
Better luck next time, tryin to step to the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you aint heard about LA
Yo Double K, tell em that the Ps unique with the beats
The PUTS shows 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, youll 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 dont want to do the ******t that Im offering
Sayin that P cant rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose
Spice rockin yo mother-****** 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 (were 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, were 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