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San Francisco Knights
作词:Chris Portugal, Mike Turner
On a warm San Francisco knight On a warm San Francisco knight On a warm San Francisco knight On a warm San Francisco knight On a warm San Francisco
Knight Lord Radio and Hellbot by 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 flips 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 L.A. Lord Radio and Hellbot be streakin' through the Bay We all city like the Mayor, you see my name I'm more fresh shit, then 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 Tapenze shit Beats hit hard, make the trolley do olly
Old folks grabs their talus and vacate the bay See a name in Northern Lights, there's love in Double K We getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the night And it all went down, what?
(On a warm San Francisco knight) Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew (On a warm San Francisco knight) We rollin' blunts and doin' the do, yeah
(On a warm San Francisco knight) We doin' shows wit a mic check a one, two (On a warm San Francisco knight) P U T S on a bad cover crew (On a warm San Francisco knight)
We's drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin' Didn't think about the morning hangover 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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, yo, it's the Double K Ay, ay, what's up? Roll up the windows and spark the joint
Yo, you didn't have to ask twice Smokin' on top of the hill, so we can peep the city life I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz Doin' the San Francisco show [Incomprehensible] CTI [Incomprehensible]go buy it Ring the drums like Harvey Ray's, son, don't try it
Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the beat You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A. Yo, Double K, tell â€~em that the peeps' unique with the beats The P U T S shows are San Francisco treats
A San Francisco treat is like some Riceroni Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Moni Phony homey you never rock the party Your whack-ass crew gets called out
See, I play the Rod-Roddy, come on, now And to the southland punks from the concrete Have you ask me questions from your head to your feet You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering Sayin' that Pete can't rock your city, who you make a fool? Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose Spice rockin' yo motherfuckin' whole city
(On a warm San Francisco knight) Yo, rollin' blunts and doin' the do (On a San Francisco knight) Chillin' wit your girl and her crew (On a warm San Francisco knight) Scarin' old people, still doin' the do
Yeah, making collect calls into another area code, we mowed Yeah, we be the 31T, we be the main extension, I be the Double K And we clowning, [incomprehensible], 40, ounces, vodka Whatever, juice, ludes, San Francisco, here we come We're coming back, we gonna have the gun
Much love to the Bay Area P U T S (On a warm San Francisco) Rockin' the discos, startin' the fights (Warm)
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