Drunk In San Francisco - San Quinn, Tuf Luv, B-Legit

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 bitch

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

Fuck, 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

What time is it?

what day it is?

How the hell I end up it the baby crib?

I don’t drink much, but when a nigga 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 Masson, 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 Buttes

Drunk at the curb, askin' for my money back

Slurring words, yelling «what the look you fuckin' at»

Now everybody lookin', like ain’t that a bitch

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

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 bitch, that’ll try to fuck a dyke bitch

I take her out to Candlestick

Get another 50cs she can handle with

That nigga B-Le, he be on that black

Cognac, Hennessy, yeah he fuck with that

I seen him at the Glass Cat

Gettin' splat at the back, it was hella 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