[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-a** 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 s**a, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherf**ers 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**in' yo' b**h
Cause I'm a low-pro n***a that you should not fol-low
Puttin' s**az in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a** rolls
You grab my sh** 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 s**as when we hit yo' spot
Yeah, straight Bronx k**a, mark a** n***as can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
Now no sooner than I hit the f**in' streets
People be approachin' me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin' me sh** 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 n***a gon' quit
Bein' nothin' less than funky and bangin' out the dope-a** 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 Cutla** or two, but still the same ol' sh**
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 s**as in my city claimin' I got a "Def Wish"
You should try again fool, you ain't hittin' near this
Them wack a** tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-a** mark who ain't Fonky
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 sh**
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 k**a, straight Bronx murda
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' sh** don't bump
And 'member the "Jack the Rapper"? Yeah, your punk a** sat
That's when my homeboy D, was bout to flatten yo' cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin' his a**
Sayin' you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pa**
But you ain't movin' sh** on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack a** beats that ain't Fonky
[Hook]