Lyrics:
robbed twice in one night
Out at a show in San Francisco
Steve got robbed, it was a San Fran-shit-show
Steve got robbed walking home from West Brooklyn
them alone
What is this attitude
I've been walking around San Fran
Feeling blue
All these secrets
With nobody
To tell them to
Guess I am the dead girl
von the humble at a show in San Fran
I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"?
He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma
When he began
the humble at a show in San Fran
I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"?
He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma
When he began to break it
One two dedicated, dedicated
Yo I remember, it musta
Been about, ninety-one, ninety-two
Somethin like that
We had did a show, in San Fran'
And 'Pac
jumpin',
New York through San FranSisco,
An Interstate free disco,
The wheels of steel are turnin' & traffic lights are burnin',
so if you like to party,
Get
your girl
From San Fran to Manhattan, South Dallas to East LA
Black and yellow cars matter, what that Bumblebee say
Black and yellow cars matter, what
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back, we're back in San Francisco
We're back, we're back in San Fran--
And now, I feel the ever after
Over
Charleston, San Fran, Oakland, LA, B-More, Detroit, DC, Chicago and Ferguson
It's time for turning up, time for turning tables
Turning heads and it's time
your dreams as they fall to the ground
Like those before you
You spent your money and your time
Being San Frans' sweetheart
Sure didn't make you a dime
in bonds when I'm payin' cash
This money counter saved me a lot of hands
You cross me once, can't get another chance
Took the strippers down in San
I got yo bitch, she a slut, man
Get her prego, need a minivan
Onto the next show, in san fran
Got a bad bitch, yeah she all tan
fácil
Con solo un 1 mes, yo me amore
No sabia que tan rápido te iba a perder
Tu anda por allá, Y yo acá
Tu en Europa, Y yo en san fran
No sabia
Que esto
I remember San-Fran to Portland
Looking at the trees go by
Lost myself in green and learned
That time gon' fly
Learned the lesson if I want
Then it's
With drums
Like bam bam
I jam jam
With that Jan Jan
New Year’s energy
Like drivin back from
San Fran
With a jam band
One mic on me
I grand stand
Not
Feelin' free, no limits, we're surviving
Highway vibes, we're chasing dreams like we're divin'
From San Fran to LA, it's a journey worth drivin' (ooh-yeah)
at a show in San Fran
I said "Yo Palma, when did you last see Alana"?
He offer me a seat and attempts to make me calma
When he began to break it down my
way track
Whoo whoo such a heavy load
Now I'm leaving San Fran
Leaving San Fran
Leaving San Francisco
a lifestyle on my own
On My Own
Father died in 2000
My brother died in 2000
His mother died in 2000
Moved to LA in 99
Left San Fran in 99
Left Florida in 98
Francisco
In San Francisco
In San Francisco
In San Francisco
In San Fran, in San Fran, in San Francisco
like I'm Sandman
Cryin' bout some shit, knowin' I don't give a damn, man
All red with a .49, just like San Fran
Hollows turn his hat into a motherfuckin'
Baby follow me and do exactly as I do
Finna take you to the 24 hour drive-thru
And then hit the road to LV, San Fran, Malibu
(Aye, aye, yeah)
I just
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