San Francisco Knights

[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 want to 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 drinking 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, get gas, Peel, make a left, yo it's the Double K Ay, ay what's up Roll up the windows and spark the joint Yo, you didn't have to ask twice Smokin on top of the hill, so we can peep the city life I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz Doin the San Francisco show I'm sure you realize Ring the drums like Harvey Ray's son try it Better look next time, try to step the beat You in the Bay punk, I guess you ain't about LA Yo Double K, tell ?em who's unique with the beats BUTS shows and San Francisco treats A San Francisco treat is like some Riceroni Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Moni Phony homey, can never rock the party Your whack-ass crew gets called out See I play the rod-roddy come on now To the south punks have you feelin the concrete Have you askin questions from your hands to your feet You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering Sayin that Pete can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool Very often we win, yo very sudden we lose Spice rockin' yo whole mother-fuckin 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 wit 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 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, ludes, San Francisco here we come, we're coming back we gonna have some fun Much love to the Bay Area be -you-D-S (On A Warm San Francisco Night) Rockin' the discos, startin' the fights