DJ Quik - Way 2 Fonky lyrics

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 yeahh, straight Bronx killa
Mark ass 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

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 hit's
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 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 "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

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 "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