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Keep Tha "p" In It

Ay, ay [Incomprehensible]

Ay man, what is it man?

Who own the record man?

Man, who the hell are you man?

Walkin' up on me man, 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

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 ain't 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

To 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, thinkin' we's on a decline

'Cus we kicks the P's and tell 'em about the funk this time

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

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, [Incomprehensible] 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, ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

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 ain't fallin' for yo child psychology

In 9 and 4, mindin' yo business is the best bitch

Screamin', “Watts riot”, we ain't even made a mess yet

Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart

You got to finish everything you start

And ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

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, ain't 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 got to have the funk

From ya speaker and not from ya ass

'Cus some of y'all bitches just won't take baths

Hand picked niggas, just can't me tang

'Cus we true to the game and ain't a damn thang changed

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

Nothing has changed

(Nothing has)

Got to have the funk

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

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 it stand for

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, ain't 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 ain't nuttin' changed and you know that's right

Yeah, this is General Jeff, bringin' up the rear

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 ain't nuttin' changed

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