Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I give a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I don't nobodyhell nah All I give a fuck about is and sex A fifth of Martin and some big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! up in this motherfucker for the n-fin And one is dedicated, to the west side of the tree Four hundred block, you know I'm sayin? And this is still Killa And fuck all his old scary ass too Nineteen Just when all these other seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky But during the of then and now of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But they who the fuck I'm talkin to And it's all to the good, this is still P-Funk on mine, huh
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street
Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin But you what's happenin, nigga
Street level, street level, level is funkin that street level
Hell Uhh Now it's nineteen But been 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 with the P, just ain't funky enough for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, cause the only way They gon really it You know the fuck I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, street level, level Quik is funkin that street
Cause fo' hundred block is in this Fo'ever, So fuck all you old mark ass Hmm And now