Andre Nickatina San Francisco Bay lyrics

San Francisco Bay by Andre Nickatina

San Francisco Bay lyrics

I bathed in the water of the wrath
I like to count the money bitch I like to do the math 
You�re sneaky like a left jab over hand right
I�m Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights
I got a suit passion
I like to dress in the high fashion
Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin�
I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz
As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge
It�s like smokin� weed all up in heaven
My God is a 7
And yo I�m a 3 11
That�s 14
I sport Jordan�s when I wear jeans
I�m in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
I like to wear rings
A couple pretty things
I sport leather on a bitch
If the city rains
We do drugs on a polar bear rug
If your man is a pimp
Don�t expect no love
It�s all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday
 It�s all upgrade
My new shades block the sun rays
Tupac on every Sunday

I unwrap the plastic off the swisher
Grab your telephone bitch you can take a picture
Pour it like its liquor but move a little quicka
We live by the gun so we die by the trigger
That�s word of life 
Man have you ever seen a fiend�s pipe?
It�s as dark as 12 a.m.
 even in the sun light
I lose my train of thought until you say the cost
I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss
I gotta prohibition mind state 
about the crime rate
No love bitch on a blind date
You get a repo reaction from the people
Down here we bump C-Bo
We sport Filas and Adidas and Perry Ellis
Them bitches might be fine but them hos be getting jealous
It�s high fashion car crashin suit matchin
Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
I gotta sweet tooth
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Til the ho faint
I gotta sweet tooth 
I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch
Til the ho faint

Get the New Testament
You get the tour and the estimate
Rhyme crime up in your residence
The camera lens is not a friend 
it just offends
so I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz
on I-80 880 980 580
 280 Aw Baby
All aboard like a train
My young homie said he�s like an old man
Cuz he�s gotta push cane
Like a dime
To design 
it never rhyme
My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur�an
And on the scale 
It�s like bail
And killer whales
Get at me early baby 
Something like a clearance sale
I open up 
I let you know
 about the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
I open up 
I let you know 
about the cost
I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cuz you show it
I�m driving down to San Jose and I like to floor it
Like a dead poet
And you know
Cuz you show it
I�m driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it