Keep Tha ‘P’ In It DJ Quik (Ft. 2nd II None, 2Tone, Hi-C (Compton), Kam & Playa Hamm)

[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