(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 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 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 ten, word, like that brother from LA

Lord Radio and Hellbot be streakin' through the Bay

We all-citiy like the Mayor, you see my name

I'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 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 trolly 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 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 rollin blunts and doin the do

On A Warm San Francisco Night

We doin shows wit a mic check a one two

On A Warm San Francisco Night

BUTS is on a bad cover crew

On A Warm San Francisco Night



[Verse 2]

We's drinkin, smoking, more smoking, more drinkin