Street Level Entrance

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! Ha ha ha
Back up in this motherfucker 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 Eight 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' funky 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 

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

Hell yeah 
Uh
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 funk 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 fuck I'm sayin'? 
Hell yeah, he he 

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