San Francisco Knights

On a warm San Franciscan night
 On a warm San Franciscan night
 On a warm San Franciscan night
 On a warm San Franciscan night
 On a warm San Franciscan
 Knight, Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded
 Tryin' 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 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, to turn it up to volume ten
 Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA
 Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be 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 gets 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 gettin' rid of the wack
 We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit
 Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies
 Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay
 See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
 We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night
 And it all went down, a what, what
 On a warm San Franciscan night
 Yo, rockin' 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
 We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin'
 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 Mr. Double K
 Ay, ay what's up?
 Roll up the windows and spark
 Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice
 Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights
 I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
 Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
 CTI 7071, go buy it
 Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it
 Better luck next time, tryin' to step to 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
 The P.U.T.S. show's a San Francisco treat
 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 homie, you'll never rock a party
 Your wack-ass crew gets called out
 See I play the rod-roddy, come on now
 To the southland punks have you feelin the concrete
 Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet
 You don't want none of the shit that I'm offering
 Sayin' that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool
 Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
 Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin' whole city
 On a warm San Francisco night
 Yo, rollin blunts and doin' the do (the do, the do)
 On a warm San Francisco night
 Chillin' with your girl and her crew (her crew, 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
 We be the P.U.T, 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K
 And we crowning, 40 ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, ludes
 San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back, we gonna have a gun
 Pow, pow, pow, pow
 Much love to the Bay Area
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 P-U-T-S
 On a warm San Franciscan
 Rockin' the discos, startin' a fight