Letra de 'San Francisco Anthem' de San Quinn

[Chorus:]
Oh holy come to San Francisco
Oh holy come to San Fran... Fran

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

[Rap:]
I rep my city, nobody flyer
Say something different, you a goddamn liar
Block on fire, streets stay cookin
Girl, if you lookin for a boyfriend, keep on looking
Downtown, Filmore, something like quinn
Uptown Harlem, yea we ballin
Frisco, Frisco home of the brave
I don't know about ya'll, but we gettin paid
All of the tv, still ain't changed
Good in the hood, everywhere I go
Got a packet full of hitters everywhere I go
Say you from the hood but you never lay low

Ay, Hp money, like you love me
Sunny down, towerside let's get money
Bank, Bank three story
Game this movement
Drink crunk music
Son let's do it

[Chorus:]
Oh holy some to San Francisco
From San francisco
Oh holy come to San Fran... Fran

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

[Rap:]
It's a city situation, I keep Hunters point
In thee equation
I'm married to the block, you just got relations
And you need a doctor to play with my patients
You hatin, you getting it broad day
My lights shine like the lights on broadway
Never gave a broad away
Cause in Filmore they get in the paid
My Hp, that be me
Check my street crib
I'm in the track all day

I just count the cash
Now my whip back like Alcatraz
Now, I want the bars of fabel
We got the cable car, but my car got cable
Bootleg, I'm on demand like comcast
But when she squares, I won't contrast

[Chorus:]
Oh holy some to San Francisco
From San francisco
Oh holy come to San Fran... Fran

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

[Rap:]
See it goes to no book
Anybody get took, from me
Speed hangs to lee
Ali we bush
Come over to the top of the bridge
To get snarrow
The grip go down right on young Fil, young Filmore, Fare-rel
Golden gate treasures
Got in warfare, Sf delinna
Roll in like flaw, battling to such people
We in ** you will get killed
Cruel nut mr. C
Hit man Rp
Much love from SFC
And no bricks in the back in candle stick
House of twin peaks, view panoramics
Still with the cannon, 40, 50 calliper
5 time champion, destroy any challenger
Get like berries, score like cherries
Still right here, Filmore to marry