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San Francisco Knights
People Under the Stairs Lyrics


On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan

Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bop on the Bay Bridge faded
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it 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 10, word, like that brother from L.A
Lord Radio and Hale Bop mean streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor, you see my name
On more fresh shit than 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 and 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 Tappan Zee shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolly do ollie
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the Bay
See a name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the night
And it all went down, what, what

On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew
On a warm San Franciscan night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On a warm San Franciscan night
We doin shows with a mic check a one two
On a warm San Franciscan night
P.u.t.s is on a bad foot coming through (yo)
On a warm San Franciscan

We was drinking, 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, hit gas (yeah)
Peel, make a left on Market, yo Mister Double K
Ay, ay what's up?
Roll up the windows and spark it
Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice (no)
Just park on the top of the hill, so we can peep the city lights
I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
Doin' the San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
Cti 7071, go buy it
Bring the drums like Harvey Mason don't try it
Better look next time, trying step the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A
Yo Double K (what's up?), Tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats (yeah)
P.u.t.s shows, a San Francisco treats
A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni
Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie
Phony homie (homie), you never rock a party (hell nah)
Your whack-ass crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy come on down
To the south-land punks, smell' the concrete
Have you askin' questions from ya' head to your feet
You don't want none of this shit that I'm offering (word)
Sayin' that the P can't rock your city (what?)
Fool you measure for a coffin
Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin whole city

On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rollin' blunts and doin' the do (the do, the do)
On a warm San Franciscan night
Chillin' with your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)
On a warm San Franciscan night
Scaring old people, still doin' the do (we're doin' the do, brother)

Yeah, making collect calls into another area code, we mowed
Yeah, we be the P.U.t (310)
We be the main extension I be the Double K (it's 310, it's the 213)
And we clowning, downing, 40 ounces (it's 310, the 213)
Vodka, whatever, juice, ludes it's 310, the 213)
San Francisco here we come, (we do it for the 410, the 510)
We're coming back, we gon' have a gun (you just don't know, have a gun, yo)
Much love to the Bay Area

(On a) P-U-T-S
(On a warm San Franciscan0)
Rockin' the discos, startin' a fight

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Chris Portugal, Mike Turner

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Myles McQuad

On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan night
On a warm San Franciscan
Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bop on the Bay Bridge faded
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it 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 10, word, like that brother from L.A
Lord Radio and Hale Bop mean streakin' through the Bay
We all-city like the Mayor, you see my name
On more fresh shit than 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 and 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 Tappan Zee shit
Beats hit hard, make the trolly do ollie
Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the Bay
See a name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K
We getting wild for the night, we getting wild for the night
And it all went down, what, what
On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rocking shows for you and your crew
On a warm San Franciscan night
We rollin' blunts and doin' the do
On a warm San Franciscan night
We doin shows with a mic check a one two
On a warm San Franciscan night
P.u.t.s is on a bad foot coming through (yo)
On a warm San Franciscan
We was drinking, 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, hit gas (yeah)
Peel, make a left on Market, yo Mister Double K
Ay, ay what's up?
Roll up the windows and spark it
Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice (no)
Just park on the top of the hill, so we can peep the city lights
I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz
Doin' the San Francisco show like Hubert Laws
Cti 7071, go buy it
Bring the drums like Harvey Mason don't try it
Better look next time, trying step the P
You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about L.A
Yo Double K (what's up?), Tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats (yeah)
P.u.t.s shows, a San Francisco treats
A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni
Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie
Phony homie (homie), you never rock a party (hell nah)
Your whack-ass crew gets called out
See I play the rod-roddy come on down
To the south-land punks, smell' the concrete
Have you askin' questions from ya' head to your feet
You don't want none of this shit that I'm offering (word)
Sayin' that the P can't rock your city (what?)
Fool you measure for a coffin
Very often we win, yo, very seldom we lose
Spice rockin' there mother-fuckin whole city
On a warm San Franciscan night
Yo, rollin' blunts and doin' the do (the do, the do)
On a warm San Franciscan night
Chillin' with your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew)
On a warm San Franciscan night
Scaring old people, still doin' the do (we're doin' the do, brother)
Yeah, making collect calls into another area code, we mowed
Yeah, we be the P.U.t (310)
We be the main extension I be the Double K (it's 310, it's the 213)
And we clowning, downing, 40 ounces (it's 310, the 213)
Vodka, whatever, juice, ludes it's 310, the 213)
San Francisco here we come, (we do it for the 410, the 510)
We're coming back, we gon' have a gun (you just don't know, have a gun, yo)
Much love to the Bay Area
P-U-T-S
(On a warm San Franciscan0)
Rockin' the discos, startin' a fight



anh tuan to

lyrics:
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



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g0rilla. coupe

Don't get me wrong, the whole song is sick but i truly love the first 45 second prelude. Something about it just gives me that feeling.

RJ Freeman

1.15 speed fr thatextra bombompap kick :)

A N

Amen

Truitt Adams

I feel you 100%! That "feeling"...I got what you mean, dawg.

Karina Pinea

I feel that’s smooth brings happiness

Johnny Valenzuela

Piece by piece

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Gregory Kochan

Rest in Peace Double K. I found these dudes when I was 13 years old.
They showed me real hip-hop. Im 25 now and still bumping their shit and shout outs to anyone else that still listens to these legends.

lieutenant Franco

I found em when I was 13 too. I'm 16 now

Anthony Truman

Also found them around that age and still listening to them now

THIZzSCO415

Thiz was my big brothers favorite song he showed me this song a while back we stayed up almost the whole night choppin game and smokin a fat joint memories i miss my brother he got into an accident wish he was still here jammin to thiz song miss you big bro

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