Big & Rich - Sf anthem (feat. boo banga, san quinn) lyrics

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 sh** you will get k**ed 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