San Francisco Knights

(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 niggas givin' us pounds cause of these dope-ass sounds We run aground like ships, over these beats I flip 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, 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 shit 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 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 getting rid of the whack We put em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit 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-ass 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 shit 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-fuckin 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