Ahehah, guess who 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 Remi Martin and big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! up in this motherfucker for the n-fin And one is dedicated, to the west side of the tree Four block, you know what I'm sayin? And this is still Killa And fuck all his old ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all these other rappers to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with of that ol fonky shit But during the of then 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 all to the good, cause this is still P-Funk on mine, huh
Street level, street level, street is funkin that street level
Now you can play like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin But you know what's happenin,
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that level
Hell Uhh Now nineteen ninety-five But been on the scene 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 understand it You know what the I'm sayin? Hell yeah,
Street level, street level, level is funkin that street level
Cause fo' hundred is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now