Ahehah, guess who motherf*ckers?
(I don't give a f*ck, my attitude is Gotti) Yeah
(And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody) Hell nah
(All I give a f*ck about is music and sex)
(A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks)
Yeahhhhh! Hahahah
Back up in this motherf*cker 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker
Fo'ever, bitch!
So f*ck all you old mark ass niggaz
Hmm
And now...