Way 2 Fonky (Explicit) - DJ Quik

Lyrics by：David Blake

Composed by：David Blake

Arranged by：DJ Quik

Produced by：DJ Quik

Oh yes I'm new and improved and to a funky-ass groove

My name is Quik and I'm smooth

And I'm makin' yo' ugly b***h move

With the streets you can't lose but if you still wanna choose

To be a sucka I got a 380 punk so duck her

And to you motherf**kers thinkin' you wanna fade me

I'm runnin' the underground so fool you're crazy

And you better step 'fore I beat you with a switch

And tie you up and make

You watch while I'm f**kin' yo' b***h

'Cause I'm a low-pro n***a that you should not fol-low

Puttin' suckaz in the wind 'cause my voice is hol-low

Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a*s rolls

You grab my s**t and I pull

The trigger now you're missin' a nose

And umm I don't fear your crew because my back is got

Chasin' nothin' but the suckas when we hit yo' spot

Yeah straight Bronx killa mark a*s n***as can't check me

But gotta respect me 'cause I'm way 2 fonky

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky yeah

Now no sooner than I hit the f**kin' streets

People be approachin' me all throughout the swap meets

Askin' me s**t like when your new album comin' out

Is it different is it d**e where yo' perm

What you talkin' 'bout

I know you don't expect that a n***a gon' quit

Bein' nothin' less than funky

And bangin' out the dope-ass hits

'Cause DJ Quik is a name that

I take much much pride in

No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in

Maybe a Cutlass or two but still the same ol' s**t

And me unclever no never I'll have this talent forever

The producer get funky down to the last ounce

And I'm creative too-so I don't need Mo' Bounce

But to you suckas in my city

Claimin' I got a Def Wish

You should try again fool you ain't hittin' near this

Them wack a*s tracks make you sound like a monkey

Just a shot in the dark

From a punk-ass mark who ain't fonky

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky yeah

Now when you records ain't that funky then

It's easy to disrespect this

'Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss

Just like that I'm Born and Raised you wish you could fade

And when you picked up that album cover

You knew I was paid Tim

'Cause we ain't goin' out and

We ain't stuck in that old school s**t

That boring flavour that just don't hit

'Cause this is ninety-two and yes yo' style is through

And if your record ain't sellin' well fool I thought you knew

That this is straight Bronx killa straight Bronx murda

Yeah yo' city's a dump and fool yo' s**t don't bump

And 'member the Jack the Rapper teah your punk a*s sat

That's when my homeboy D was 'bout to flatten yo' cap

And you apologized to him started kissin' his a*s

Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the money

So he gave you a pass

But you ain't movin' s**t on the streets

Get off the nuts of my city with

Them wack a*s beats that ain't fonky

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

Fonky yeah fonky you know I can't stop

I can't stop

I can't stop

I can't stop

I can't stop