Ahehah, who motherfuckers? I don't a fuck, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love 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 what I'm sayin? And is still Eiht Killa And fuck all his old scary ass too Nineteen Just all these other rappers seem to be fallin by the wayside We put a team together and out with some of that ol fonky shit But during the of then and now of my homeboys 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, level, street level Quik is funkin street level
Now you can like you don't know what the fuck I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin,
level, street level, street level Quik is that 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, just ain't enough for me See you gots to tha P in it, cause that's the only way gon really understand it You know what the I'm sayin? Hell yeah,
Street level, street level, street Quik is funkin that level
fo' hundred block is in this motherfucker Fo'ever, So fuck all you old ass niggaz Hmm And now