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 is music and sex A fifth of Martin 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 Four hundred block, you know I'm sayin? And this is still Eiht And all his old scary ass homeboys too Nineteen Just when all these other seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a together and came out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the course of and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I gon say no names But they know who the fuck I'm to And it's all to the good, cause this is P-Funk on mine, huh
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin street level
Now you can play you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know happenin, nigga
Street level, street level, level Quik is funkin street level
yeah Uhh Now it's ninety-five But been on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I to realize one motherfuckin thing And it's real shit (yes it is) That without with the P, just ain't funky enough for me See you gots to keep tha P in it, that's the only way They gon understand it You know what the fuck I'm yeah, heheh
Street level, street level, level Quik is funkin that level
Cause fo' hundred is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now