Drunk in San Fransisco

[Hook] I'm always drunk in San Francisco [X6] [Verse 1: San Quinn] It's a staring artist, in need of racks You heard him too? I'll drink to that Sittin' at the beach, drinking like a fish Fit the privilege, arguing with my bitch She said I need to quit, or find another groupie Then she took the car, made me ride the munie Bottle gone, at the bus had to hobble on Like a real wine-o, gettin' my wobble on End of the market, busy drunk talking to the homies Listen tellin' Lauren diggin' in the garbage Fuck, like I'm not a star Lookin' for another card, free ride on the cable car From brown to white, China Town on the hype Patron shot after shot, no water and Sprite Lookin' for a fight, runnin' up on tourists Not too aware, but I'm for sure, ripped See me on one, let me be me You better calling SFPD [Hook] [Verse 2: Tuf Luv] What time is it? what day it is? How the hell I end up it the baby crib? I don't drink much, but when a nigga do I get drunker than a pirate in a sailor suit I'm on a bar with a bottle in my back pocket Me and Paul Masson, just left crackin' We about to go kick it with Brandy Her and her little sister Landy At 11:45, at my pier at 39 Had the bar at a dime, with a beer and a lime Somebody try to draw the line I try to stop the cakes Soon as the bottle hit my lips I'm like Frank Buttes Drunk at the curb, askin' for my money back Slurring words, yelling "what the look you fuckin' at" Now everybody lookin', like ain't that a bitch I'm at the 'Niner game, in that Raider fit At the Giant's game, in that A's hat When people flip me off, I just wave back [Hook] [Verse 3: B-Legit] Yeah, I know the club owner, I like to rub on her I'm in the crib with 3 shots and a cold Corona I run laps like the 500 Daytona Tell I find fine women, wanna know my persona Then I'm on her like a light switch The right bitch, that'll try to fuck a dyke bitch I take her out to Candlestick Get another 50cs she can handle with That nigga B-Le, he be on that black Cognac, Hennessy, yeah he fuck with that I seen him at the Glass Cat Gettin' splat at the back, it was hella racks And, boy if you only knew What I do, when I ride through them avenues I'm talkin' 21, 22 My heels on, she about 6 in the few I let them know what the thing do We brought our shoes on so it cool, baby, act a fool [Hook]