Prelude lyrics
by Paris (Rap)
Yeah, 1990 mothaf*ckin' four
P-Dog, back in this motherf*cker
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 n*ggas"
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 n*gga 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 motherf*ckers
Keep your eyes on this, Scarface Records 1994
And it don't stop