Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I don't 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! Back up in this motherfucker for the And this one is dedicated, to the side of the tree Four hundred block, you know what I'm And this is still Killa And fuck all his old ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the We put a team together and came out with of that ol fonky shit But the course of then and now Some of my homeboys Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But they know who the I'm talkin to And all to the good, cause this is still P-Funk on mine, huh
Street level, level, street level is funkin that street level
Now you can play like you don't what the fuck I'm talkin 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 scene for a minute, you know I'm sayin And I come to one motherfuckin thing And it's some shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, 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 know what the I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, level, street level is funkin that street level
Cause fo' hundred block is in motherfucker Fo'ever, So fuck all you old ass niggaz Hmm And now