Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Way 2 Fonky lyrics

[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]