Yeah, 1990 mothafuckin' four

P-Dog, back in this motherfucker

The Black Panther of Hip-hop comin' at ya with the trunk-a-funk

What up, K-Cloud? Yeah

Shots goin' out to all them fake-ass wannabe, uh, "real niggas"

Y'all keep sellin' out, I keep bringin' the truth

West Coast funk, Guerrilla Funk

Comin' at ya straight from the Bay

And like I said, "In God I trust, so nigga do what you must"

I'm a still bring it to ya

And to ya punk-ass pigs out there, it definitely ain't over

L.A. we play comin' to your town soon, yeah

Oh, and uh, Chris Joyce, how you feel? I ain't forgot you motherfuckers

Keep your eyes on this, Scarface Records 1994

And it don't stop