Keep Tha 'p' In It Lyrics - Dj Quik

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 

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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 

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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