(scratching) On a Warm San Francisco Night
[Verse 1]
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bop on the Bay Bridge faded
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keepin' low through the streets
And n***as givin' us pounds cause of these dope-a** sounds
We run aground like ships, over these beats I flip
The ba** 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, so turn it up to volume ten
Volume ten, word, like that brother from LA
Lord Radio and Hale Bop mean streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor, you see my name
On more fresh sh** than Creed Taylor
The G for international ladies like a sailor
Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beat
Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat
Cause s**a-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 getting rid of the whack
We put em in the back with the other Tappan Zee sh**
Beats hit hard, make the trolly do ollie
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the Bay
See a name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the night
And it all went down, what, what
On A Warm San Francisco Night
Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew
On A Warm San Francisco Night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On A Warm San Francisco Night
We doin shows wit a mic check a one two
On A Warm San Francisco Night
PUTS is on a bad cover crew
On A Warm San Francisco Night
[Verse 2]
We's drinking, smoking, more smoking, more drinking
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, get gas
Peel, make a left on Market, yo it's the 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 the San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
CTI 7071 go buy it
Ring the drums like Harvey Ray's son don't try it
Better look next time, try to step the beat
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA
Yo Double K, tell 'em who's unique with the beats
PUTS shows and San Francisco treats
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 homey, can never rock the party
Your whack-a** crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy come on now
To the south-land punks have you feelin' the concrete
Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet
You don't want to do the sh** that I'm offering
Sayin that the P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
Spice rockin' your whole mother-f**in 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' with 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, downing, 40 ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, ludes
San Francisco here we come, we're coming back we gonna have some fun
Much love to the Bay Area
P-U-T-S
(On A Warm San Francisco Night)
Rockin' the discos, startin' the fights