Lyrics:

(scratching) On a Warm San Francisco Night [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 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 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 drinkin