Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Up early ain't slept in two days
Seen some dark nights similar to Bruce Wayne
A hero from the west
Coasting down the PCH
My girl feeling on her chest
Hoping that my d-ck relates
Shifting stick hella hard
All up in her jaw
She sucking it till its raw
90 on the freeway
Looking out for the johnnies
On a mission to The Bay
To fold paper
Like origami
With piece on me
Unlike the Dali Lama
For ni--as with salami
That want to get holier than swiss cheese if they try me
Strategize with the green on mind
My eyes looking irie
Bust this move black
Then zoom to a island
Where Stella got her groove
The homie from Sunnydale
Said there's clientele
I set up the wave
And the sh-t is sure to sell
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
About 3 hours in it
Gassed up the petro in the rented
My ni--a Clement
Passed out in the back with two b-tches
One on peyote
The other on some issues
A week before told Clem don't bring'em
If we gotta do a solo act
I don't want to have to kill a background singer
To him money whispers pu--y talks
Crossing the Golden Gate
State of emergency
Concerning me
What's my first response?
If it don't well like the mammals in Monterey
Do I block party ni--as feet?
And sinking'em in The Bay?
Touché
Calm down collected thoughts with a joint
Texted the plug
If it was cool to touch down in Hunter's Point
An hour went by no reply
Said f-ck it
Whipped the bucket
To 23rd
My surprise new high rise
Suit and ties sipping frappuccino
Developers that gentrify
The new Scarfaces
Laughing at ni--as
Trying to be the new Pacinos
Guess they want us to die like hippies in San Francisco
Damn
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
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Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Up early ain't slept in two days
Seen some dark nights similar to Bruce Wayne
A hero from the west
Coasting down the PCH
My girl feeling on her chest
Hoping that my d-ck relates
Shifting stick hella hard
All up in her jaw
She sucking it till its raw
90 on the freeway
Looking out for the johnnies
On a mission to The Bay
To fold paper
Like origami
With piece on me
Unlike the Dali Lama
For ni--as with salami
That want to get holier than swiss cheese if they try me
Strategize with the green on mind
My eyes looking irie
Bust this move black
Then zoom to a island
Where Stella got her groove
The homie from Sunnydale
Said there's clientele
I set up the wave
And the sh-t is sure to sell
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
About 3 hours in it
Gassed up the petro in the rented
My ni--a Clement
Passed out in the back with two b-tches
One on peyote
The other on some issues
A week before told Clem don't bring'em
If we gotta do a solo act
I don't want to have to kill a background singer
To him money whispers pu--y talks
Crossing the Golden Gate
State of emergency
Concerning me
What's my first response?
If it don't well like the mammals in Monterey
Do I block party ni--as feet?
And sinking'em in The Bay?
Touché
Calm down collected thoughts with a joint
Texted the plug
If it was cool to touch down in Hunter's Point
An hour went by no reply
Said f-ck it
Whipped the bucket
To 23rd
My surprise new high rise
Suit and ties sipping frappuccino
Developers that gentrify
The new Scarfaces
Laughing at ni--as
Trying to be the new Pacinos
Guess they want us to die like hippies in San Francisco
Damn
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Up early ain't slept in two days
Seen some dark nights similar to Bruce Wayne
A hero from the west
Coasting down the PCH
My girl feeling on her chest
Hoping that my d-ck relates
Shifting stick hella hard
All up in her jaw
She sucking it till its raw
90 on the freeway
Looking out for the johnnies
On a mission to The Bay
To fold paper
Like origami
With piece on me
Unlike the Dali Lama
For ni--as with salami
That want to get holier than swiss cheese if they try me
Strategize with the green on mind
My eyes looking irie
Bust this move black
Then zoom to a island
Where Stella got her groove
The homie from Sunnydale
Said there's clientele
I set up the wave
And the sh-t is sure to sell
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
About 3 hours in it
Gassed up the petro in the rented
My ni--a Clement
Passed out in the back with two b-tches
One on peyote
The other on some issues
A week before told Clem don't bring'em
If we gotta do a solo act
I don't want to have to kill a background singer
To him money whispers pu--y talks
Crossing the Golden Gate
State of emergency
Concerning me
What's my first response?
If it don't well like the mammals in Monterey
Do I block party ni--as feet?
And sinking'em in The Bay?
Touché
Calm down collected thoughts with a joint
Texted the plug
If it was cool to touch down in Hunter's Point
An hour went by no reply
Said f-ck it
Whipped the bucket
To 23rd
My surprise new high rise
Suit and ties sipping frappuccino
Developers that gentrify
The new Scarfaces
Laughing at ni--as
Trying to be the new Pacinos
Guess they want us to die like hippies in San Francisco
Damn
Going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Well I'm going to San Francisco
Please make room for me
Writer: Lyndon Marshall
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