Dj Quik - Way 2 Fonky Lyrics
[dj quik]Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a funky-ass grooveMy name is quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly ***** moveWith the streets you cant lose, but if you still wanna chooseTo be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck herAnd to you mother*****ers thinkin you wanna fade me?Im runnin the underground, so fool, youre crazyAnd you better step, fore I beat you with a switchAnd tie you up, and make you watch, while Im *****in yo *****Cause Im a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-lowPuttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-lowPut the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rollsYou grab my shit and I pull the trigger now youre missin a noseAnd umm, I dont fear your crew because my back is gotChasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo spotYeahhhhh, straight bronx killa, mark ass niggaz cant check meBut gotta respect me, cause Im way 2 fonkyFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah[dj quik]Now no sooner than I hit the *****in streetsPeople be approachin me, all throughout the swap meetsAskin me shit like, when your new album comin out?Is it different? is it dope? where yo perm?What you talkin bout?I know you dont expect that a nigga gon quitBein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope-ass hitsCause dj quik is a name that I take much much pride inNo egoes to hide in and no limos to ride inMaybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol shitAnd me unclever? no never, Ill have this talent foreverThe producer get funky down to the last ounceAnd Im creative too - so I dont need mo bounceBut to you suckaz in my city claimin I got a def wishYou should try again fool, you aint hittin near thisThem wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkeyJust a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who aint fonkyFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah[dj quik]Now when you records aint that funky then its easy to disrespect thisCause you know that when I hit I didnt missJust like that Im born and raised, you wish you could fadeAnd when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, timCause we aint goin out and we aint stuck in that old school shitThat boring flavor that just dont hitCause this is ninety-two, and yes yo style is throughAnd if your record aint sellin well fool I thought you knewThat this is straight bronx killa, straight bronx murdaYeah yo citys a dump, and fool yo shit dont bumpAnd member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass satThats when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo capAnd you apologized to him, started kissin his assSayin you only dissed compton for the money, so he gave you a passBut you aint movin shit on the streetsGet off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that aint fonkyFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. you know I cant stopFonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah
