Ahehah, guess who I don't give a fuck, my attitude is And I'm hard to love, cause I don't nobodyhell nah All I a fuck about is music and sex A fifth of Remi and some big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! Back up in this for the n-fin And this one is dedicated, to the side of the tree Four hundred block, you know what I'm And is still Eiht Killa And all his old scary ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all these other seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the course of and now Some of my homeboys Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But they know who the fuck I'm to And it's all to the good, this is still P-Funk on mine, huh
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin that level
Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm about But you know happenin, nigga
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin street level
Hell Uhh Now nineteen ninety-five But we've been on the for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I come to realize one thing And it's some 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 that's the way They gon really it You what the fuck I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, level, street level Quik is funkin that street
Cause fo' hundred is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now