DJ Quik — Keep Tha ‘P’ In It

[Guy 1]-Ay, ay, ay, Topsaw; ay, Topsaw [Guy 2]-Ay man, what is it, man? [G1]-Who on 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 on the record. Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man, and listen... [Verse 1: Playa Hamm & (DJ Quik)] So is it my turn again? (Yeah nigga it's yours) Oh, I can kick a funky verse for the P-Funk? (Of course) Well, countdown nigga to the end for these fakers Bet we hit this time and we fadin' all takers Who'da thunk the funk was this potent out the Westside Not be along for the ride (But it's only for the trues) That's right, so peep the shot And if I get it hot, baby I'ma rock the twat 'Cause ain't no party like a party in the Penthouse suite And you know how we do it, baby, yo Tree So if the mackin-est mack brings fear to them perpetrators frontin', they was cowards from the very start Pretendin' theys the ones that trues But pimp, who was they foolin'? (Not me or you) Fools confused, thinking we's on a decline 'Cause we keeps the P's. Ain't it true, Dr. Funkenstein? [Chorus] *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk [Verse 2: 2-Tone] Comin' at that ass again it don't stop Bust a lean in yo' 6-4 Chev, take a hop to the top Where the hustlas hang out Indo remains to sprout and sell knows what I'm talking about And gets hoes from my block to your neighborhood Tell 'em, Quik, when you know he's back to no good I wish you would, 'cause I'm true to this gangsta shit I took a Tic Tac, and tossed 'em like a hoe in the hood bitch Shoot my ends, hoe They say it's never enough, you know? I gots to have mo' But I'ma shake the spot, in fact I just jacked his trick and his fo' so I can cut the 'Lac And straight P-Funk anytime It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I gots to take mine Check yo' ass with the shit that stank 'Cause 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn thang changed [Chorus] *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk [Verse 3: Kam] Well, it's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4 And 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's Puttin' down work, when I lurk, don't even sneeze (up the gold D's) That's just the Eastside way of getting chips When you're raised up dealin' with the dogs and the 'rips New cars get tagged, lowriders get wrecked Niggas caps get peeled back, and chins get checked Don't expect no love or no apology The kids ain't fallin' for your child psychology In 9 and 4 mindin' yo' business is the best bet Screamin 'Watts riot' and we ain't even made a mess yet You shouldn't speak with a weak heart You gots to finish everything you start And ain't a damn thang changed [Chorus] *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk [Verse 4: Hi-C] Now niggas transform like decepticons We'll slice your ass up like Jeffrey Dahm... 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 novocaine Have you all fucked up like you smoked some loop Hi-C still sippin' pussy like soup We got Kam, Hamm, Nookie, and Quik And me myself, mister big dick Now I might not know which bitch that I want But I know on thing I *scratch* [Got to have the funk] From ya speaker and not from ya ass 'Cause some of y'all bitches just won't take baths Half-head niggas cannot be tamed 'Cause we true to the game And ain't a damn thang changed [Chorus] *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk *scratches* Nothing has changed Nothing has *scratches* got to have the funk [Verse 5: Gangsta D (2nd II None)] Can ya tell me? (Who that nigga be?) Goddamn, muthafucka, it's the Gangsta D Kickin' shit for these niggas and all these bad necks 'Cause I got the dope shit for each and every set Next.. [Verse 6: KK (2nd II None)] Up on line it's that BlaKKazz K I could never switch up ya 'cause 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 [Verse 7: DJ Quik] Now back up in yo' ass again, it's Mister Quik and I clowns I got the shit that shake 'em down, break 'em down, take 'em down And now that I'm Chillin' with my niggas Mister 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 'Cause it's nothin' but the best For the trues from the West...Side 'Cause ain't nuttin' changed and you know that's right [General Jeff] Yeah, this is General Jeff Bringin' up the rear Lettin' ya know we representin' with an all-star 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, 'cause ain't nuttin' changed