People Under The Stairs - San Francisco Knights Lyrics

On a warm San Francisco knight
On a warm San Francisco knight
On a warm San Francisco knight
On a warm San Francisco knight
On a warm San Francisco

Knight Lord Radio and Hellbot by the Bay Bridge faded
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank God, 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 flips
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 L.A.
Lord Radio and Hellbot be streakin' through the Bay
We all city like the Mayor, you see my name
I'm more fresh shit, then Creed Taylor
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 wanna 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 trolley 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 went down, what?

(On a warm San Francisco knight)
Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew
(On a warm San Francisco knight)
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do, yeah

(On a warm San Francisco knight)
We doin' shows wit a mic check a one, two
(On a warm San Francisco knight)
P U T S on a bad cover crew
(On a warm San Francisco knight)

We's drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin'
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 [Incomprehensible]
CTI [Incomprehensible] go buy it
Ring the drums like Harvey Ray's, son, don't try it

Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the beat
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A.
Yo, Double K, tell â€~em that the peeps' unique with the beats
The P U T S shows are 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 you never rock the party
Your whack-ass crew gets called out

See, I play the Rod-Roddy, come on, now
And to the southland punks from the concrete
Have you ask me questions from your head to your feet
You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering
Sayin' that Pete can't rock your city, who you make a fool?
Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
Spice rockin' yo motherfuckin' whole city

(On a warm San Francisco knight)
Yo, rollin' blunts and doin' the do
(On a San Francisco knight)
Chillin' wit your girl and her crew
(On a warm San Francisco knight)
Scarin' old people, still doin' the do

Yeah, making collect calls into another area code, we mowed
Yeah, we be the 31T, we be the main extension, I be the Double K
And we clowning, [incomprehensible], 40, ounces, vodka
Whatever, juice, ludes, San Francisco, here we come
We're coming back, we gonna have the gun

Much love to the Bay Area
P U T S
(On a warm San Francisco)
Rockin' the discos, startin' the fights
(Warm)