Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I don't give a fuck, my is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, I don't love 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 block, you know what I'm sayin? And is still Eiht Killa And all his old scary ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky But the course of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no But they 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 funkin that level
Now you can play like you know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know happenin, nigga
Street level, street level, street Quik is that street level
yeah Uhh Now it's ninety-five But we've been on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm And I come to 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 to keep tha P in it, cause that's the only way They gon really it You know what the fuck I'm Hell yeah,
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that level
fo' hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now