Prelude

Lyrics

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