Текст песни People Under The Stairs - San Francisco Knights
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(scratching) On a Warm San Francisco Night[Verse 1]Knight Lord Radio, held back by the Bay Bridge faded,Trying to find Smiley`s house, thank G-d we made itYo, blunts, broads and beats, keepin` low through the streetsAnd niggas givin` us pounds cause of these dope-ass soundsWe run aground like ships, over these beats I flipThe bass is hittin` so hard that your CD skipsWell check it out, make sure it doesn`t happen againI got my grip on it, so turn it up to volume tenVolume ten, word, like that brother from LALord Radio and Hellbot be streakin` through the BayWe all-citiy like the Mayor, you see my nameI`m more fresh shit, the creep tailor,The G for international ladies like a sailor,Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beatLike my man J, I feel the Agony in DefeatCause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don`t knowWe doin, we doin shows in San FranciscoThat`s right young writer, got a hit for all you bitersTime to bless another track we getting rid of the whackWe put em in the back with the other Tapenze shitBeats hit hard, make the trolly do ollyOld folks grabs their talus and vacate the baySee a name in Northern Lights, there`s love in Double KWe getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the nightAnd it all weighs down, what, what On A Warm San Francisco NightYo, rocking shows for you and your crewOn A Warm San Francisco NightWe rollin blunts and doin the doOn A Warm San Francisco NightWe doin shows wit a mic check a one twoOn A Warm San Francisco NightBUTS is on a bad cover crewOn A Warm San Francisco Night [Verse 2]We`s drinkin, smoking, more smoking, more drinkingDidn`t think about the morning hangover, just didn`t want to be soberYo 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 KAy, ay what`s upRoll up the windows and spark the jointYo, you didn`t have to ask twiceSmokin on top of the hill, so we can peep the city lifeI`m on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz Doin the San Francisco show I`m sure you realizeRing the drums like Harvey Ray`s son try itBetter look next time, try to step the beatYou in the Bay punk, I guess you ain`t about LAYo Double K, tell ‘em who`s unique with the beatsBUTS shows and San Francisco treatsA San Francisco treat is like some RiceroniPut it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like MoniPhony homey, can never rock the partyYour whack-ass crew gets called outSee I play the rod-roddy come on nowTo the south punks have you feelin the concreteHave you askin questions from your hands to your feetYou don`t want to do the shit that I`m offeringSayin that Pete can`t rock your city, (what) who, you make a foolVery often we win, yo very sudden we loseSpice rockin` yo whole mother-fuckin city On A Warm San Francisco NightYo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do)On A Warm San Francisco NightChillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)On A Warm San Francisco NightScaring old people, still doin the do (we`re doin the do) Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowedWe be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double KAnd we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, ludes, San Francisco here we come, we`re coming back we gonna have some funMuch love to the Bay AreaB-U-D-S(On A Warm San Francisco Night)Rockin` the discos, startin` the fights