San Quinn - Drunk in San Fransisco 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**h 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**, 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 hell I end up it the baby crib? I don't drink much, but when a n***a 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 Ma**on, 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 bu*tes Drunk at the curb, askin' for my money back Slurring words, yelling "what the look you f**in' at" Now everybody lookin', like ain't that a b**h 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**h, that'll try to f** a dyke b**h I take her out to Candlestick Get another 50cs she can handle with That n***a B-Le, he be on that black Cognac, Hennessy, yeah he f** with that I seen him at the Gla** 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 [Hook]