SF Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rich, Scott McKenzie Sample] For those who come to San Francisco (Yo, Quinn) (—cisco) (I know you've been waiting for this one, right?) For those who come to San Fran— Fran— (Boo Banga, what up?) In— in— in— into the streets of San Francisco (Hunters Point's prince, ha ha The whole city, man, this San Francisco, you dig? I rep my shit) In— in— in— into the streets of San Fran— Fran— (Traxamillion) [Verse 1: Big Rich] Yeah, 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, then keep on lookin' (Hey) Downtown, Fillmore, something like Brooklyn Uptown Harlem, yeah, we ballin' Frisco, Frisco, home of the brave I don't know about y'all, but we gettin' paid All over TV, still ain't changed Good in the hood everywhere I go Got a block full of hitters everywhere I go You say you from the hood but you never there though (Ayy) HP love me, Lakeview love me Sunnydale, Towerside, let's get money (Let's get it) Bang bang, Three Story Gang, it's a movement Street Cred Music, son, let's do it [Chorus: Scott McKenzie Sample] For those who come to San Francisco (To San Francisco) For those who come to San Fran— Fran— In— in— in— into the streets of San Francisco (San Francisco) In— in— in— into the streets of San Fran— Fran— [Verse 2: Boo Banga] It's a city situation I keep Hunters Point in the equation I'm married to the block, you just got relations And you gon' need a doctor you play with my patience You hatin', you'll get it in broad day My neck shines like the lights on Broadway (Yeah) Never gave a broad away 'Cause in Fillmore they'll get her to pay (Get her 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 bar's a fable We got the cable car, but my car got cable Boo Banga, I'm on demand like Comcast And with these squares, I don't contrast [Chorus: Scott McKenzie Sample] For those who come to San Francisco (—cisco) For those who come to San Fran— Fran— In— in— in— into the streets of San Francisco (San Francisco) In— in— in— into the streets of San Fran— Fran— [Verse 3: San Quinn] See, we goes by no book, anybody get took From HP to Hayes Valley we push Come over the top of the bridge, it gets narrow See the good girl down right on O'Farrell Young Fillmore pharaoh, Golden Gate treasure God at The Wharf, S.F. the letters Roll in like fog, valley is uphill You witness shit you will get killed Cougnut, Mr. Cee, Hitman R.I.P Much love from the SFC Handle bricks in the back of Candlestick House in Twin Peaks, view panoramic Still with the cannon, .40 or .50 caliber Five-time champion, destroy any challenger Hit like Barry, score like Jerry Still right here, Fillmore the merry [Chorus: Scott McKenzie Sample] For those who come to San Francisco (—cisco) For those who come to San Fran— Fran— In— in— in— into the streets of San Francisco (San Francisco) In— in— in— into the streets of San Fran— Fran— [Outro] Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh This is how you, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah