Ahehah, guess who I don't give a fuck, my attitude is And I'm to love, cause I don't love nobodyhell nah All I give a fuck is music and sex A of Remi 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 what I'm And this is still Eiht And fuck all his old ass homeboys 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 ol fonky shit But during the of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no 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, level, street level Quik is that street level
Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin But you know happenin, nigga
Street level, street level, level Quik is funkin that level
Hell Uhh Now nineteen ninety-five But we've been on the scene for a minute, you what I'm sayin And I come to realize one thing And some real shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just funky enough for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, cause the only way gon really understand it You what the fuck I'm sayin? Hell yeah,
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that level
Cause fo' hundred block is in motherfucker Fo'ever, So fuck all you old ass niggaz Hmm And now