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Ahehah, guess who motherfkers?
I don't give a fk, my attitude is Gotti Yeah
And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobody Hell nah
All I give a fk about is music and sex
A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks
Yeahhhhh! Hahahah
Back up in this motherfker 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 fk all his old scary as* 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 s**t
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 fk 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 fk I'm talkin about
But you know what's happenin, nigg*
*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 motherfkin thing
And it's some real s**t (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 fk 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 motherfker
Fo'ever, b*tch!
So fk all you old mark as*
Hmm
And now...
