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