Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I don't a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I love nobodyhell nah All I give a fuck about is and sex A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat
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 Eiht Killa And fuck all his old ass homeboys too Nineteen Just all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and came out with some of that ol fonky But during the of then and now Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon say no But they know who the fuck I'm to And it's all to the good, cause this is still on mine, huh
Street level, level, street level Quik is funkin street level
Now you can play like you don't what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin,
Street level, street level, level Quik is funkin that level
Hell Uhh Now it's ninety-five But we've on the scene for a minute, you know what I'm sayin And I come to realize one thing And some real shit (yes it is) That fonk without 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 really it You know the fuck I'm sayin? yeah, heheh
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin street level
Cause fo' hundred is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So all you old mark ass niggaz Hmm And now