The S.F.C.

Lyrics

[Intro: Gigolo] Gigolo nigga loungin' in the studio, with my boy JT The Bigga Figga, D-Moe, Young Seff and the RBL Posse, with my young baby boy San Quinn And we finna let 'em know like [Bridge] We gonna, we gonna do a song, that you never heard before Goes a little somethin' like this We gonna do a song [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Verse 1: Seff Tha Gaffla] The 415, the main attraction Frisco, a place for action Cars comin' through, without the brains Whitewalls, Vogues and gold Dana Danes Won't be complete, without the beat Two 18s, soundin' way too sweet Hit the block, playing Keep A Bitch Broke Where's the indo? It's time to smoke Man, I'll sick up all you hoes Suck my dick and lick my toes Say what's up to Dana, say to hell with me He owns the Vogues, I hold the key I drive the car and he rolls the wheels Cougars, 'stangs and punked out 'villes Especially young niggas growin' up in the hood Especially when a young nigga's up to no good A con man a gaffler, out to get rich Bust a nut off money, who needs a bitch? See Frisco's my home, I'll never switch Out to get rich, pimpin' your bitch Seven days a week from Page to OC Sellin' that pussy for an itty-bitty fee Can't sit down, because that ass is soaked Fuckin' with Seff, a gangsta from Frisco That's lettin' niggas know about the bass in the trunk 'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks [Verse 2: Black-C] I'm a mothafuckin' moneymaker, smokin' dank and pimpin' bitches all day Black Chris from the SF to the C And for you bitches that are hangin' from my bozak Young bitch, it's the Frisco payback And to you marks, that's all poppin' Frisco It's like this, you better make a wish bro No mistakin' it's the mothafuckin' money maker And your mothafuckin' life is what a nigga takin' Try to perpetrate and rush [?] to my side You'll catch a Frisco left to your right eye I'm not a gang banger but I claim a set though Harbor Road, the place I get my cash flow Young niggas in Frisco on a ride RBL, YBG, and we on high Pimp a bitch for a minute, then we gotta quit it 'Cause the niggas in Frisco just wanna hit it But don't trip, I left your ass heartbroken At least I left you with the dank and your ass chokin' A young nigga in Frisco named Black Fuck a nigga bitch, now I gotta grab my gat Nine double-m slugs to his fuckin' head Now he sittin' there dressed up in fucking red And the mark is now body-bagged in the trunk He got the picture, us niggas ain't punks [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Verse 3: D-Moe Tha Youngsta] A million gang bangers in my mothafuckin' city Shiestin'-ass hoes on the nutsack, shitty Why oh why, did I smoke the fool Choked his bitch, then broke the fool All some problems for the YBG Nigga cocked the Glock, then clocked the Gs 'Cause man o' man, it ain't nothin' in Frisco For ki's and Gs, you know and late-night turf hoes On the Vogues come through for a baller Nigga pushin' shit, flowin' like water Some go up and some go broke Some lay low, yeah and some get smoked But I stack shit, 'cause you know I'm rappin' D dash Moe, and I'm 'bout to go platinum And it just don't stop, to the tip-toe top Slingin' dope shit, like a nigga slingin' rock RBL, came through and dropped it Me and JT came tight and popped it Seff lay low, loungin' with a hoe Jacked her for her shit, twenty Gs and more Some say peace and some say funk But I bang twice and then I pop that trunk Punks are gettin' chumped, stomped, and funked Might catch some lead and get thrown in the trunk Come to the Moe, stay on pump D-Moe Tha Youngsta, I ain't no punk [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Verse 4: Mr. Cee] Niggas always puttin' too much on us Sayin' they the hardest place in California But we got more than cable cars and baths Like hard head niggas in drop-top rags Dirty ass bitches out for the gankin' Young baller players goes out on Mustangs That's how it is in the [?] You better be from over there, 'cause you ain't down with me And since you ain't with me, then your ass gotta go 'Fore your ass get got or straight [?] the ho And if you didn't hear me better stop and listen 'Cause past Candlestick is when your ass starts slippin' All the way to the mothafuckin' Moe In other words, if you not from here, then your ass gotta go So keep the Glock straight cocked in the trunk for the funk 'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Verse 5: San Quinn] San Quinn is a psycho on the mothafuckin' warpath Gang bangin', crack slangin', leavin' bustas in the body bag As I stomp through Frisco, left hand on my pistol Dank in the right hand, fuck the Cisco And see a gang a niggas, speakin' on real shit Drop top [?], Benzes on chrome kits Hoes switchin' that ass, just to get a piece Of the baller type nigga, livin' in the Frisco streets Kilos, ounces, pullin' all-nighters From Fillmore to Hunter's Point, nothin' but fighters Riches, snitches, and a nigga like myself A hustler, a grinder on the verge of wealth Only fourteen but the dirt has been done Since the tender age of twelve, I packed a fuckin' gun [?] can be twisted in the city of lies and gankas Drop Cougars droppin' shooters and gangstas Game is caught and sucked into the brain I lived in Fillmore all my life ain't a damn thing changed If a nigga wanna be from [?] If you want to get down and dirty, Frisco got scandalous 'Cause when you're raised in hell you're like a devil Shut off at sea level, run the shit like a rebel My nigga Gigolo made the beat and slammed it Pass the mic, dissed a fag and a dyke, 'cause I demand it Yes [?] in the '90 Smokin' dank, puffin' powder, fuckin' all the fine hoes Frisco niggas, couldn't be punks Gats in the lap, sometimes in the trunk San Quinn runnin' game called reality I never been to the pen, but got the mentalities These punks out here man, they can't handle me Comin' up real in my mothafuckin' city [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Verse 6: JT The Bigga Figga] West coast lifestyle, playas in the game Niggas just chillin', ain't nothin' change Move it up, move it down, move it over Puttin' in work, goddamn I shoulda told ya For the 9-2, niggas gotta come through The YBG and the RBL crew On a nonstop basis, suckers can't fade this Listen to the beat, Gigolo made this My nigga D-Moe and my homie Black Chris Mr. Cee, I'm finna floss so check it out trick Each verse, each song, each track made Then you know that the Bigga Figga gettin' paid 'Cause niggas always talkin' about Frisco What's up with them niggas at the Get Low Well I'ma tell you niggas poppin' that shit With the rhyme and the game and it's all on hit And then you say really though? It was mixed and recorded at New Balance Studios So what's up to the big S-F-C And the niggas that was down with JT And the RBL clique And all you groupie motherfuckas just stay on the tip And you might wanna fight 'Cause the flow's so smooth and this shit's so tight But back to the niggas in Frisco All the way to H-P to Fillmore Through the cuts, through the strip of the backroad Where the niggas burn the rubber off a fat Vogue In the swamp where my cousin got the dank In the L where they make all the bank In the View where the niggas get merciless Straight game but y'all never heard of this Like my boy, Seff, says "straight servin' this" I'm doing damage and it's permanent So all you hoes just give up the rump 'Cause Frisco niggas ain't no punks [Bridge] Just might serve they monkey asses again Just might serve they monkey asses again [Chorus] Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit Frisco niggas ain't no punks We got sess And if you ain't packin' then don't say shit [Outro: Gigolo & JT The Bigga Figga] So now you know, just a little taste of the Frisco life I'd like to stay one love to the Bigga Figga nigga and it's the Gigolo, and I'm 4-1-5 thousand Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', it's the JT nigga I know niggas don't understand how us Fillmore niggas and us H-P niggas got together to do this shit But you know, that's what time it is, we got to get our money on, and we outta here