People Under The Stairs — San Francisco Knights
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San Francisco Knights People Under The Stairs04:31
Текст песни: San Francisco Knights
[Intro] On a Warm San Franciscan Night On a warm San Franciscan [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, 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 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 10, word, like that brother from L.A 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 and 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 Franciscan Night Yo, rocking 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 with a mic check a one two On A Warm San Franciscan Night P.U.T.S is on a bad foot coming through On A Warm San Franciscan Night [Verse 2] We was 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, hit gas Peel, make a left on Market, yo Mister Double K Ay, ay what's up Roll up the windows and spark it Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice Just park on the 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 Bring the drums like Harvey Mason don't try it Better look next time, trying step the P You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats P.U.T.S shows, a 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, you never rock a party Your whack-ass crew gets called out See I play the rod-roddy come on down To the south-land punks, smell' the concrete Have you askin' questions from ya' head to your feet You don't want none of this shit that I'm offering Sayin that the P can't rock your city, (what) Fool you measure for a coffin Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin whole city On A Warm San Franciscan Night Yo, rollin' blunts and doin the do (the do, the do) On A Warm San Franciscan Night Chillin' with your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew) On A Warm San Franciscan Night Scaring old people, still doin' the do (we're doin' the do) Yeah, making collect calls into another area code, we mowed We be the P.U.T, 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 a gun Pow, pow ,pow ,pow Much love to the Bay Area P-U-T-S (On A Warm San Franciscan Night) Rockin' the discos, startin' a fight
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