Lyrics:
niggas all in my classic
Four deep is how niggas roll up in Frisco
And everywhere you go a nigga got to pack a pistol
The beef is back on but I don't
(telephone)
Dick Barber (snorks)
What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley's
All they got down here is liberty,
Talked to her brother down in Frisco Bay,
He ain't seen nuthin' there but silicone,
I called her mommy up
Si Annie Batungbakal na taga-Frisco
Gabi-gabi na lang ay nasa disco
Mga problema n'ya'y kanyang nalilimutan
'Pag s'ya'y yumuyugyog sumasayaw
Sa
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
they are going to take
From Frisco up to that old North Pole
Now their names would be mud
Like a old chump playing stud
If they lost that old ace in
can't take man
That's the gameplan
The thug dem rate man
The gyal dem rate man
Frisco's a name brand
And where I come from, the police all hate man
Sie rockten los in Boston
In Pittsburgh PA
Und auch da unten in Texas
Rund um die Frisco Bay
Genauso wie in St Louis
Und in New Orleans
Ist
They're really rockin' in boston, pittsburgh, pa,
Deep in the heart of texas and 'round the frisco bay.
All over st. louis, 'way down in new orleans,
Watch that beam of light appear
Riding high, mountain air
Frisco let's go, take me there again
Ooh, there again
Freedom rain looming there
Watch that
dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now
so give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody)
with my beanie on i
jump in (it's a)
Hillbilly, hillbilly disco
Boom, boom, boomin' from Bama to Frisco
Out here in the sticks yo
That's the way that this go
It's
'Bye New York, so long Philly
Hollywood your Wacko City
Chicago got just too damn windy for me
Frisco's fine apart from that line
New Orleans is
Chessman est mort
Mais le doute subsiste encore
Avait-il raison ou bien tort?
So far away from L.A.
So far ago from Frisco
I'm no one but a shadow
the cock (uhhhh)
but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop
the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but
dog god
Cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
Cause you will die when you crucify
Cause I gots frisco all sewed up
Pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
the cock (uhhhh)
but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop
the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but
go to Mastro's
Recession-proof bitches hit the Ruth Chris'
My rich hoes up in Del Frisco's
And if I meet a cougar, we do Peter Luger
Yeah, I got
away
Mobile blue Lord, I can't make it
Got me down Lord, I can't take it
Here in Alabama for one more day
Lord I called a friend in Frisco Lord
He said
Harlem eatin' the same old fish
I got a cousin doin' a life sentence
Del Frisco's with white women
Seat back smokin' the life
It's hard to be Derek Jeter
in the place
Man better cool, better calm in the place
Diss me and you won't go far in the race
Frisco's a fully grown man
You're just a likkle waste
I
with a right then a jab
Callin the kayo misscomayayo
Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco
Now I'm off a that dank and gin, oh shit 4-Tay is
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