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San Francisco Knights

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*On a warm San Francisco*

Thes One: Night…Lord Radio and Hale Bop on the bay bridge faded,
trying to find Smiley's house thank god we made it.

Double K: Yo, blunts, broads and beats,
keeping it low thru the streets and niggas givin us
pounds cos of these dope-ass sounds.

Thes One: We run aground like ships, over these beats I flip,
the base is hittin so hard that your cd skips.

Double K: We'll check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again,
I got my grip on it, so turn it up to volume ten.

Thes One: Volume ten?

Double K: Word

Thes One: Like that brother from LA, Lord Radio and Hale Bop,
beats streaking through the Bay. We all city like the mayor,
you see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor.
The G for international lady, like a sailor.

Double K: Like a sailor I get drunk and bust flows to the beat,
like my man J I feel the agony in defeat. Cos sucker chumps
wanna test and step like we don't know.

Thes One: We doin', we doin shows in San Francisco?

Double K: That’s right young writer, got a hint for all you biters,
time to bless another track, we gettin rid of the wack.

Thes One: We put them in the back with that other Tappan Zee shit,
beats hit. Hard, make the trolley do olley.
Old folks grab their collies and vacate
The Bay. See your name in northern light.

Double K: Thes Love and Double K. We getting wild for the night,
we getting wild for the night and it all went down, a what, a what.

(CHORUS)
*On a warm San Francisco Night*
Double K: Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew
*On a warm San Francisco Night*
Thes One: We rollin blunts and doin the do
*On a warm San Francisco Night*
Double K: We doin shows with a mic check, a one two
*On a warm San Francisco Night*

Thes One: PUTS on the van flow, yo, coming through.

Double K: We was drinking, smoking, more smoking, more drinking,
didn’t think about the morning hangover, just didn't wanna be sober.
Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel?

Thes One: Like I’ll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel, make a left, on market.
Yo mister Double K.

Double K: Hey, hey, what's up?

Thes One: Roll up the windows and spark

Double K: Done deal, yo, you didn’t have to ask twice,
just smoke up on top of the hills, so we can peep the city lights.

Thes One: I’m an award tour fiend a lot like Alcatraz 1,
doin' the San Francisco shows like Hubert Lars, CTI, 7th album, ’71,
go buy it. Bring the drums like Harvey May, son

Thes One and Double K: Don’t try it!

Double K: Better luck next time, tryin to step to the P.
You in The Bay, punk, I guess you ain’t heard about LA

Thes One: Yo Double K, tell em that the P's unique with the beats.
The PUTS shows, a San Francsico treat.

Double K: A San Francsico treat just like some riceroni,
put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle, just like money.

Thes One: Phoney homie, you’ll never rock a party,
your wack-ass crew gets called out, see I play the Rod Roddy.
Come on now

Double K: And to the south land punks,
where the concrete have you asking questions,
from your head to your feet.
You don’t want none of this shit that I’m offering,
sayin the P can’t rock your city. Move, you make a fool

Thes One: Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose.
Sprites rockin the mutha fuckin whole city

Double K: On a warm...

(CHORUS)
*San Francisco Night*
Double K: Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do
(Thes One: doin' the do)
*On a warm San Francisco Night*
Double K: Chillin with your girl and her crew
(Thes One: her crew, her crew)
*On a warm San Francisco Night*
Double K: Scarin' old people, still doin the do
(Thes One: we're doin the do, brother)
Making collect calls into another area code,

Double K: We mauve, we be the P one T, we be the man,
that's Thes and I be the Double K and we're clowning, bounding, forty ounces,
Vodka, whatever, juice, loots. San Francisco, here we come,
we're comin back, we gonna have togun. Much love to the Bay Area.

Thes One (Behind Double K's line): 310, its the 310, its the 213,
its the 310, the 213, it’s the 310, the 213 we do it forty four one one,
the 510…..San Francisco

Thes One: P-U-T-S.
*On a warm San Francisco*
Rockin the disco, startin' the fights
*Warm*
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