San Francisco Knights

On a warm San Francisco night

On a warm San Francisco night

On a warm San Francisco night

On a warm San Francisco night

On a warm San Francisco

Knight, Lord Radio, and Hell Bot under 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 **** 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 LA

Lord Radio and Hell Bot be streakin' through the bay

We all city like the Mayor

You see my name, I'm more fresh shit then Creep Taylor

The G for international lady

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 sucker chumps want to test

Step like we don't know what 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 trolly do olly

Old folks grab their towel'y's 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 weighs down

What, what

On a warm San Francisco night

Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew

On a warm San Francisco night

We rolling blunts and doin' the do

On a warm San Francisco night

We doin shows with a mic check

A one, two

On a warm San Francisco night

P-U-T-S on a bad for you cover crew

On a warm San Francisco night

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, get gas, peel

Make a left on Market

Yo, it's the Double K

Hey, hey, what's up?

Roll up the windows and spark your

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 a war tour

Got it locked like Alcatraz

Doin' the San Francisco show, like you but large

CTI, settle down, see a seventy one go buy it

Ring the drums like Harvey May's son

Don't try it

Better luck next time

Try to step to the peep

You in the Bay, punk

I guess you ain't heard about LA

Yo, Double K, tell 'em that the piece unique with a beat

It's the P-U-T-S shows and San Francisco treats

A San Francisco treat is like some Rice-a-roni

Put in your mouth and let it run down the middle

Just like Moni

Phony homie

Can never rock the party

Your whack ass crew gets called out

See, I play the rod roddy, come on now

To the southland, punks

Where the concrete have you asking questions

From your head to your feet

You don't want none of this shit

That I'm offering

Sayin' that Pete can't rock your city

Fool, get back to pourin' a coffee

Very often we win, you very seldom we lose

Spice rockin' yo whole motherfuckin' city

On a warm San Francisco night

Yo, rollin blunts and doin' the do

And do the do

On a warm San Francisco night

Chillin with your girl and 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, yeah

We be the three one teen, we be the main extension

I be the Double K

And we clowning, pounding, pouring it 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

Rockin' the disco

Startin' the fight

Warm