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***as
Hmm
And now...