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Way 2 Fonky

Oh yes Im new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove

My name is Quik and Im smooth, and Im makin yo ugly bitch move

With the streets you cant 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?

Im runnin' the underground, so fool, youre crazy

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

And tie you up and make you watch, while Im fuckin' yo bitch'Cause Im 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 youre missin' a nose

And umm, I dont 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 cant check me

But gotta respect me, 'cause Im Way 2 FonkyFonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeahNow 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 dont 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 inMaybe a cutlass or two, but still the same ol shit

And me unclever? No never, Ill have this talent forever

The producer get funky down to the last ounce

And Im creative too so I dont need mo bounce

But to you suckaz in my city claimin' I got a def wish

You should try again fool, you aint 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 aint fonkyFonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeahNow when you records aint that funky then its easy to disrespect this

'Cause you know that when I hit I didnt miss

Just like that Im born and raised, you wish you could fade

And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim

Cause we aint goin' out and we aint stuck in that old school shit

That boring flavor that just dont hit

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

And if your record aint sellin' well fool I thought you knewThat this is straight Bronx Killa, straight Bronx Murda

Yeah yo citys a dump, and fool yo shit dont bump

And member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk ass sat

Thats 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 aint movin' shit on the streets

Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that aint fonkyFonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

Fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know I cant stop

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