Way 2 Fonky Lyrics - Way 2 Fonky - 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 bitch 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin' yo? bitch 

'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 ass rolls 

You grab my shit 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 

Yeah, straight Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz can? t check me 

But gotta respect me, 'cause I? m Way 2 Fonky 

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Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah 

Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin' streets 

People be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets 

Askin' 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 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 ego's to hide in and no limos to ride in 

Photos 

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 ass 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, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, 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 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? shit don? t bump 

And? member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass 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' shit on the streets 

Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain? t fonky 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop 

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I can? t stop