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san quinn - drunk in san francisco lyrics

[hook]
i’m always drunk in san francisco [x6]

[verse 1: san quinn]
it’s a staring artist, in need of racks
you heard him too? i’ll drink to that
sittin’ at the beach, drinking like a fish
fit the privilege, arguing with my b-tch
she said i need to quit, or find another groupie
then she took the car, made me ride the munie
bottle gone, at the bus had to hobble on
like a real wine-o, gettin’ my wobble on
end of the market, busy drunk talking to the homies
listen tellin’ lauren diggin’ in the garbage
f-ck, like i’m not a star
lookin’ for another card, free ride on the cable car
from brown to white, china town on the hype
patron shot after shot, no water and sprite
lookin’ for a fight, runnin’ up on tourists
not too aware, but i’m for sure, ripped
see me on one, let me be me
you better calling sfpd

[hook]

[verse 2: tuf luv]
what time is it? what day it is?
how the h-ll i end up it the baby crib?
i don’t drink much, but when a n-gga do
i get drunker than a pirate in a sailor suit
i’m on a bar with a bottle in my back pocket
me and paul m-sson, just left crackin’
we about to go kick it with brandy
her and her little sister landy
at 11:45, at my pier at 39
had the bar at a dime, with a beer and a lime
somebody try to draw the line i try to stop the cakes
soon as the bottle hit my lips i’m like frank b-ttes
drunk at the curb, askin’ for my money back
slurring words, yelling “what the look you f-ckin’ at”
now everybody lookin’, like ain’t that a b-tch
i’m at the ‘niner game, in that raider fit
at the giant’s game, in that a’s hat
when people flip me off, i just wave back

[hook]

[verse 3: b-legit]
yeah, i know the club owner, i like to rub on her
i’m in the crib with 3 shots and a cold corona
i run laps like the 500 daytona
tell i find fine women, wanna know my persona
then i’m on her like a light switch
the right b-tch, that’ll try to f-ck a dyk- b-tch
i take her out to candlestick
get another 50cs she can handle with
that n-gga b-le, he be on that black
cognac, hennessy, yeah he f-ck with that
i seen him at the gl-ss cat
gettin’ splat at the back, it was h-lla racks
and, boy if you only knew
what i do, when i ride through them avenues
i’m talkin’ 21, 22
my heels on, she about 6 in the few
i let them know what the thing do
we brought our shoes on so it cool, baby, act a fool

[hook]

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