Ahehah, guess who motherfuckers?
[I don`t give a fuck, my attitude is Gotti] Yeah
[And I`m hard to love, cause I don`t love nobody] Hell nah
[All I give a fuck about is music and sex]
[A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks]
Yeahhhhh! Hahahah
Back up in this motherfucker for the n-fin
And this one is dedicated, to the Westside of the Tree
Four hundred block, you know what I`m sayin?
And this is STILL Eiht Killa
And fuck all his old scary ass homeboys too
Yeah
Nineteen ninety-one
Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside
We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky shit
But during the course of then and now
Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain`t gon say no names
But they know who the fuck I`m talkin to
And it`s all to the good, cause this is STILL P-Funk on mine, huh
*singing* Street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Now you can play like you don`t know what the fuck I`m talkin about
But you know what`s happenin, nigga
*singing* Street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Hell yeah
Uhh
Now it`s nineteen ninety-five
But we`ve been on the scene for a minute, you know what I`m sayin
And I come to realize one motherfuckin thing
And it`s some real shit (yes it is)
That fonk without with the P, just ain`t fonky enough for me
See you gots to keep tha P in it, cause that`s the only way
they gon really understand it
You know what the fuck I`m sayin?
Hell yeah, heheh
*singing* Street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Cause fo`hundred block is in this motherfucker
Fo`ever, bitch!
So fuck all you old mark ass niggaz
Hmm
And now...