Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I don't give a fuck, my is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, I don't love nobodyhell nah All I give a about is music and sex A of Remi Martin and some big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! Back up in this motherfucker for the And this one is dedicated, to the west side of the Four hundred block, you know what I'm And is still Eiht Killa And fuck all his old ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all these other seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a together and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I gon say no names But they know who the fuck I'm to And it's all to the good, cause is still P-Funk on mine, huh
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that level
Now you can play like you don't know the fuck I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin,
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin that level
yeah Uhh Now it's ninety-five But we've been on the scene for a minute, you know I'm sayin And I to realize one motherfuckin thing And it's real shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just ain't funky for me See you to keep tha P in it, cause that's the only way They gon really it You know what the I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin street level
fo' hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now