SF Anthem by Traxamillion 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
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