Lyrics:
to L A (oh, baby)
Twistin U S A
They're twisting in New York
In old Chicago town
In Hartford and Frisco
They all go round and round
They're
chorus for the famous in Frisco
So boogie on down there baby to the Yankee girls' disco
The girls over there ... have stolen my words
There's a baby in
Lookin' for a place to park
I think I need a fix
Any time when it's after dark
I get my female kicks
I don't go to Frisco
And I won't go
she swore you'd
Never get away alive
If she don't bring you down by 12
She gonna bring you down by 5
Well you came straight out of Frisco
On a boat
the Mexican border
In cheap pair of ban ban
Lockets (?)
In my stomach
I needed some relief
Take me back to Frisco
In your vanity chest
With painted
we used to do the disco
Now we highly recognized through representin' L.A. to Frisco
It's Cali Agents, we came to bost ya high
Some days for nothin'
Your illegal name in watercolor
On a piss stained Frisco truck
Hoping some camera'd catch your face
And the rain came down
And the fat worms show
comin' straight outta Frisco
Droppin' a message out of love to your town
Love your brothers and sisters and I'll be around
Whenever you call me, I'll
world was spinning me around
Hiked up to Woodstock, got high in 'Frisco
Summer of love, that child she was wild
She had the need for total expression
Bands on their West Coast
Get down with sounds of LA.
And the music in 'Frisco
Makes me have to say
I love America
I love America
I love, I love, I love
Nobody seems to want me
Or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco
Going back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty
And my heart is full
flow? No
That's why when I come to the show
MC's act like they don't know
Cause they were too young to
Rock up in the disco
Frisco Disco, the disc is like
for business
The other one from Frisco, they always set tripping
She like the 9er's the other like the Raiders
It's all about the Dodgers so I told
Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Cause I had nothin to live for
And look Like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just goin to sit
cookin' mama, that you lay down
I found myself
On the 'frisco Bay
Getting high off the wind
A different chick every day
It wasn't till I found
Myself down
to your face, west side
San Diego, Frisco, LA, Sacramento, Richmond California
Velieo, everybody's laying a job
Niggas are banging it up so nigga throw your
to the wall just get low.
Rock and roll, hip-hop music, and disco
T dot O to Atlanta to Frisco
Rufis, oh yeah, with a new twist oh
So y'all can get a gist
to the bay
For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up
[Hook]
[Boots]
Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch teller
One pace
And they shimmy
And I'll fly
And they fly
Where they're out there having fun
In the warm California sun
Well, the girls are frisky
In old 'Frisco
And they shimmy
And I'll fly
And they fly
Where they're out there having fun
In the warm California sun
Well, the girls are frisky
In old 'Frisco
notes left in the pockets and coats
Of judges and juries from 'Frisco to Jersey
Threats and protests politicians mob debts
Trumped up charges
Infiltrates the bloodstream into the mind
Of a man living a life in Babylonia
So lonely she went to California
Frisco, hypno's, get clothes
Crystals, take
Italy (That's right)
Hit Libya, India, Morocco
Or go to Oakland and hit the eight deuce block dough
Chicago, Liberia, Nigeria
'Frisco is cold like
a mano
I'm mister Jameson I set it off like Serreano
With the disco fluid from Queens to Frisco
Set it off, just do it
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
[Outro: Pete
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