Ahehah guess who motherfuckers?

[I don't give a fuck my attitude is Gotti] Yeah

[And I'm hard to love cause I don't love nobody] Hell nah

[All I give a fuck about is music and sex]

[A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks]



Yeahhhhh! Hahahah

Back up in this motherfucker 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 Killa

And fuck all his old scary ass 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 shit

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 fuck 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 fuck I'm talkin about

But you know what's happenin, nigga



*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 motherfuckin thing

And it's some real shit (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 fuck 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 motherfucker

Fo'ever, bitch!

So fuck all you old mark ass niggaz

Hmm

And now