SAN QUINN - San Francisco Anthem lyrics

rate me

For those who come to San Francisco

For those who come to San Fran... Fran

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Franciscccco

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Fran... Fran

I rep my city, nobody flyer

Say something different, you a goddamn liar

Block on fire, streets stay cookin

Girl, you lookin for a boyfriend, keep on looking

Downtown, Filmore, something like brooklyn

Uptown Harlem, yea we ballin

Frisco, Frisco home of the brave

I don't know about ya'll, but we gettin paid

All over tv, still ain't changed

Good in the hood, everywhere I go

Got a block full of haters everywhere I go

you Say you from the hood but you never there tho

Ay, HP love, lake view love me

*Sunnydale*, towerside let's get money

Bank, Bank three story

Game this movement

Street Cred music

Son let's do it

For those who come to San Francisco

From San Francisco

For those who come to San Fran... Fran

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Francisco

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Fran... Fran

It's a city situation, I keep Hunters point

In thee equation

I'm married to the block, you just got relations

And you gon need a doctor to play with my patients

You hatin, you'll get it in broad day

My neck shines like the lights on broadway

Never gave a broad away

Cause in Filmore theyll get it to pay

but HP, that be me

Check my street cred

I'm in the trap all day

(all day, all day)

I just count the cash

Now my whip wet like Alcatraz

And not one bars of fable

We got the cable car, but my car got cable

boo banga, I'm on demand like comcast

and with these squares, I dont contrast

For those who come to San Francisco

From San francisco

For those who come to San Fran... Fran

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Francisco

In, in, in, in to the streets of San Fran... Fran

See i goes by no book

Anybody get took, from HP

To hayes valley we push

Come over the top of the bridge

It gets narrow

The grip go down ridin' on O'farrel young Fillmore, Fa-rel

Golden gate treasure

Got it the warf, S.F. da letters

Roll in like fog, the battle is up hill

You witness Shit you will get killed

Cougnut Mr. C

Hit man r.i.p.

Much love from S.F.C

Handle bricks in the back of Candlestick

House in twin peaks, view panoramics

Still with the cannon, 40,50 caliber

5 time champion, destroy any challenger

Hit like Barry, score like Jerry

Still right here, Fillmore to marry

THANKS TAH THISS NIGGA RIGHT HURR

Thanks to Real Nigga Apple for these lyrics

Thanks to SFC for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Evalani for correcting these lyrics