[Guy 1]-Ay, ay ??   [Guy 2]-Ay man, what is it man?   [G1]-Who own the record man?   [G2]-Man, who the hell are you man? Walkin up on me lookin like you so    broke, man, if it cost three cents to shit you'd have to throw up. You know    who own the record. Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man, and    listen.      [Playa Hamm] (DJ Quik)   So is it my turn again? (Yeah nigga it's yours)   Oh I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? (Of course)   Well count down nigga to end for these fakers   Bet we hit this time and we fade no takers   Who thought the funk was despondent out the Westside   Not be along for the ride (But it's only for the trees)   That's right, so peep the shot   And if I get it hot, baby I'ma rock the twat   Cus aint no party like a party in the Penthouse suite   And you know how we do it, baby, yo Tree   So if the mack of the smack brings fear   Them perpetrators right when they was cowards right from the very start   Pretendin theys the ones that true   But pimp who is they foolin? (Not me or you)   Fools confused, thinking we's on a decline   Cus we kicks the P's and tell 'em about the funk this time      *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk      [2-Tone]   Comin at that ass again it don't stop   Bust a lean in yo 64 shift, take a hop to the top   Where the hustlas hang out   Endo remains to sprout; ?? knows what I'm talking about   And gets host from my block to your neighborhood   Tell 'em Quik when you know it's back to no good   I wish you would, cus I'm true to this gangsta shit   Now take a Tic Tac, and bust 'em like a hoe in the hood, bitch   Took my endz ho   They say it's never enough you know?   I gots to have mo'   But I'ma shake the spot infact   I just jacked his trick and his fo' so I can crack-a-lack   And straight P-funk anytime   It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine   Check yo ass with the shit that stank   Cus 2-Tone came to the game, aint a damn thang changed      *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk      [Kam]   It's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4   When I thought you knew the drill, but you still don't hear me though   Kam and Watts up, from the grass roots   No daisy duke shit, knockin crazy ass boots   Nigga please, we kick it like G'z   Puttin down work when I lurk don't even sneeze (Fuck the Goldies)   That's just the Eastside way of getting chips   When your raise up chillin with the dogs and the rips   New cars get tagged, ridas get wrecked   Niggas caps get peeled back, and chins get checked   Don't expect no love, boy, no apology   Kids aint fallin for yo child psychology   In 9 and 4 mindin yo business is the best bitch   Screamin 'Watts riot' we aint even made a mess yet   Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart   You gots to finish everything you start   And aint a damn thang changed      *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk      [Hi-C]   Now niggas transform like deceptive cons   We'll slice your ass up like Jeffrey Don   Quik drop bombs on the P-funk tip   Even though a nigga rap you'll still get that ass whipped   Please don't slip, aint a damn than changed   Numb yo ass up like some nova cane   Have you all fucked up like you smoked some loot   Hi-C still sippin pussy like soup   We got Kam, Hamm, New D, and Quik   And me myself, mista big dick   No I might not know which bitch that I want   But I know on thing I *scratch*    From ya speaker and not from ya ass   Cus some of y'all bitches just wont take baths   Hand picked niggas just can't me tang   Cus we true to the game   And aint a damn thang changed      *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk   *scratches* Nothing has changed,    nothing has *scratches* gots to have the funk      [2nd II None: Gangsta D]   Can ya tell me? (Who that nigga flipped?)   Goddamn muthafucka it's the Gangsta D   Kickin shit for these niggas and all these bad necks   Cus I got the dope shit for each and every set   Next..       [2nd II None: KK]   Up on line it's that black ass K   I could never switch it for ya cus I'm still the same way   Me and D can flip the shit kick down a funky flow   We represent the (P-Funk)   You know what its stand for      [DJ Quik]   Now back up in yo ass again it's mista Quik and I clown   I got the shit that shake 'em down, break 'em down, take 'em down   And now that I'm   Chillin with niggas mista 2-Tone, 2nd II None, Playa Hamm and Kam well    Goddamn   Doin it like we do it, aint nuttin but trues to it   Rollin with the funky 'P' I thought you knew it   Cus it's nothin but the best   For the trues from the West.. Side   Cus aint nuttin changed and you know that's right      [General Jeff]   Yeah, this is General Jeff   Bringin up the real   Lettin ya know we representin with a all-start line up for that ass   Peep this out   We got Quik, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Playa Hamm, 2-Tone and that nigga Kam   If that don't move your ass I don't know what will   But no matter what, you gots to keep the P in it   That's mandatory, baby, cus aint nuttin changed