[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