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dj quik – way 2 fonky lyrics

oh yes i? m new and improved, and to a funky–ss groove
my name is quik and i? m smooth, and i? m makin yo? ugly b-tch 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 motherf-ckers 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-ckin’ yo? b-tch

’cause i? m a low-pro n-gg- 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 -ss rolls
you grab my sh-t 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
yeah, straight bronx killa, mark -ss n-gg-z can? t check me
but gotta respect me, ’cause i? m way 2 fonky

fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know i can? t stop
fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know i can? t stop
fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, fonky, you know i can? t stop
fonky yeah, fonky, fonky, fonky, yeah

now no sooner than i hit the f-ckin’ streets
people be approachin’ me, all throughout the swap meets
askin’ me sh-t like, when your new alb-m comin’ out?
is it different? is it dope? where yo? perm? what you talkin’ ’bout?
i know you don? t expect that a n-gg- gon? quit
bein’ nothin’ less than funky and bangin’ out the dope–ss h-ts
’cause dj-quik is a name that i take much much pride in
no ego’s to hide in and no limos to ride in

maybe a cutl-ss or two, but still the same ol? sh-t
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 -ss tracks, make you sound like a monkey
just a shot in the dark, from a punk–ss mark who ain? t fonky

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 alb-m cover you knew i was paid, tim
cause we ain? t goin’ out and we ain? t stuck in that old school sh-t
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? sh-t don? t b-mp
and? member the jack the rapper? yeah, your punk -ss sat
that? s when my homeboy d, was bout to flatten yo? cap
and you apologized to him, started kissin’ his -ss
sayin’ you only dissed compton for the money
so he gave you a p-ss but you ain? t movin’ sh-t on the streets
get off the nuts of my city with them wack -ss beats that ain? t fonky

- dj quik lyrics

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