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

Yeah, 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

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
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Street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin' that street level

Hell, yeah, 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

Street level, street level, street level
Quik is funkin' that street level

'Cause fo' hundred block is in this motherfucker
Forever, bitch
So fuck all you old mark ass niggaz
And now