Ahehah, guess who motherf**ers?
[i don't give a f**, my attitude is gotti] yeah
[and i'm hard to love, cause i don't love nobody] hell nah
[all i give a f** about is music and s**]
[a fifth of remi martin and some big fat checks]
Yeahhhhh! hahahah
Back up in this motherf**er for the n-fin
And this one is dedicated, to the westside of the tree
Four hundred block, you know what i'm sayin?
And this is still eiht k**a
And f** all his old scary a** homeboys too
Yeah
Nineteen ninety-one
Just when 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 sh**
But during the course of then and now
Some of my homeboys went hollywood, now i ain't gon say no names
But they know who the f** i'm talkin to
And it's all to the good, cause this is still p-funk on mine, huh
*singing* street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Now you can play like you don't know what the f** i'm talkin about
But you know what's happenin, n***a
*singing* street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Hell yeah
Uhh
Now it's nineteen ninety-five
But we've been on the scene for a minute, you know what i'm sayin
And i come to realize one motherf**in thing
And it's some real sh** (yes it is)
That fonk without with the p, just ain't fonky enough for me
See you gots to keep tha p in it, cause that's the only way
They gon really understand it
You know what the f** i'm sayin?
Hell yeah, heheh
*singing* street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin that street level
Cause fo'hundred block is in this motherf**er
Fo'ever, b**h!
So f** all you old mark a** n***az
Hmm
And now...