Street Level Entrance

Ahehah, guess who motherf**kers? I don't give a f**k, my attitude is Gottiyeah And I'm hard to love, cause I don't love nobodyhell nah All I give a f**k about is music and s*x A fifth of Remi Martin and some big fat checks Yeahhhhh! Hahahah Back up in this motherf**ker for the n-fin And this one is dedicated, to the west side of the tree Four hundred block, you know what I'm sayin? And this is still Eiht Killa And f**k all his old scary a*s 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 f**k 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 f**k I'm talkin about But you know what's happenin, nigga 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**kin thing And it's some real shit (yes it is) That fonk without with the P, just ain't funky 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**k I'm sayin? Hell yeah, heheh Street level, street level, street level Quik is funkin that street level Cause fo' hundred block is in this motherf**ker Fo'ever, bitch So f**k all you old mark a*s niggaz Hmm And now