Way 2 Fonky lyrics

Artist  : Dj Quik 
Song : Way 2 Fonky



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 [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 bit*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’ bit*h
Cause I’m a low-pro nigga 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 as*
rolls
You grab my sh*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 suckaz when we hit yo’
spot
Yeahhhhh, straight bronx killa, mark as* niggaz
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

[dj quik]
Now no sooner than I hit the f**kin streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap
meets
Askin me sh*t like, "when your new album
comin out? "
"is it different? " "is it dope?
" "where yo’ perm? "
What you talkin bout? 
I know you don’t expect that a nigga 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’
shit
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 suckaz in my city claimin I got a
"def wish"
You should try again fool, you ain’t hittin
near this
Them wack as* 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

[dj quik]
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 shit
That boring flavor 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’ sh*t
don’t bump
And ’member the "jack the rapper"? 
yeah, your punk as* sat
That’s when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten
yo’ cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin his
ass
Sayin you only dissed compton for the money, so
he gave you a pass
But you ain’t movin sh*t on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack as*
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.. yeah