[DJ Quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-a** groove
My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm making yo' ugly b**** move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still want to choose
To be a sucker, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you m************ thinking you want to fade me?
I'm running 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****** yo' b****
Cause I'm a low-pro n**** that you should not fol-low
Putting suckers in the wind cause my voice is hollow
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a** rolls
You grab my s*** and I pull the trigger now you're missing a nose
And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasing nothing but the suckers when we hit yo' spot
Yeah, straight Bronx killer, mark a** n***** can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky
[Chorus]
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
[DJ Quik]
Now no sooner than I hit the f****** streets
People be approaching me, all throughout the swap meets
Asking me s*** like, "When your new album coming out?"
"Is it different?" "Is it dope?" "Where yo' perm?"
What you talking bout?
I know you don't expect that a n**** gon' quit
Being nothing less than funky and banging 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 Cutlass or two, but still the same ol' s***
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 suckers in my city claiming I got a "Def Wish"
You should try again fool, you ain't hitting 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
[Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
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 going out and we ain't stuck in that old school s***
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 selling well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight Bronx killer, straight Bronx murder
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' s*** don't b**p
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 kissing his a**
Saying you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
But you ain't moving s*** on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack a** beats that ain't Fonky
[Chorus]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-a** groove
My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm making yo' ugly b**** move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still want to choose
To be a sucker, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you m************ thinking you want to fade me?
I'm running 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****** yo' b****
Cause I'm a low-pro n**** that you should not fol-low
Putting suckers in the wind cause my voice is hollow
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a** rolls
You grab my s*** and I pull the trigger now you're missing a nose
And umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
Chasing nothing but the suckers when we hit yo' spot
Yeah, straight Bronx killer, mark a** n***** can't check me
But gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky
[Chorus]
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
[DJ Quik]
Now no sooner than I hit the f****** streets
People be approaching me, all throughout the swap meets
Asking me s*** like, "When your new album coming out?"
"Is it different?" "Is it dope?" "Where yo' perm?"
What you talking bout?
I know you don't expect that a n**** gon' quit
Being nothing less than funky and banging 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 Cutlass or two, but still the same ol' s***
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 suckers in my city claiming I got a "Def Wish"
You should try again fool, you ain't hitting 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
[Chorus]
[DJ Quik]
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 going out and we ain't stuck in that old school s***
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 selling well fool I thought you knew
That this is straight Bronx killer, straight Bronx murder
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' s*** don't b**p
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 kissing his a**
Saying you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
But you ain't moving s*** on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack a** beats that ain't Fonky
[Chorus]