Ahehah, guess who I don't a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nah All I give a about is music and sex A fifth of Remi Martin and big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! Back up in motherfucker for the n-fin And this one is dedicated, to the side of the tree Four hundred block, you know I'm sayin? 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 team and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the course of 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, cause is still P-Funk on mine, huh
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin street level
Now you can play like you don't know the fuck I'm talkin about But you what's happenin, nigga
level, street level, street level Quik is that street level
Hell Uhh Now it's ninety-five But we've on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I to realize one motherfuckin thing And it's some shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just ain't funky for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, 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 that level
fo' hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So fuck all you old ass niggaz Hmm And now