Ahehah, guess who I don't a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I love nobodyhell nah All I give a about is music 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 of the tree hundred block, you know what I'm sayin? And this is still Killa And all his old scary 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 went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no names But know who the fuck I'm talkin to And it's all to the good, cause this is P-Funk on mine, huh
Street level, street level, level is funkin that street level
Now you can play you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you what's happenin, nigga
level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street
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 realize one motherfuckin And it's some real (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just funky enough for me See you to keep tha P in it, cause that's the only way They gon really it You know what the I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, street level, level Quik is that street level
Cause fo' hundred block is in this Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now