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...