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| Dj Quik Miscellaneous Way 2 Fonky [dj quik] 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 Yeahhhhh, 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 [dj quik] 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 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' 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 [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 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 |
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