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Way 2 Fonky
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[DJ Quik]
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Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove
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My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move
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With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
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to be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her
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And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me?
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I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy
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And you better step, 'fore I beat you with a switch
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and tie you up, and make you watch, while I'm fuckin yo' bitch
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Cause I'm a low-pro nigga that you should not fol-low
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Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
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Put the pistol to your grill and your punk ass rolls
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You grab my shit and I pull the trigger now you're missin a nose
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and umm, I don't fear your crew because my back is got
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Chasin nothin but the suckaz when we hit yo' spot
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Yeahhhhh, straight Bronx killa, mark ass niggaz can't check me
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but gotta respect me, cause I'm Way 2 Fonky
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah
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[DJ Quik]
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Now no sooner than I hit the fuckin streets
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People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
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Askin me shit like, "When your new album comin out?"
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"Is it different?" "Is it dope?" "Where yo' perm?"
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What you talkin bout?
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I know you don't expect that a nigga gon' quit
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bein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope-ass hits
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Cause DJ Quik is a name that I take much much pride in
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No egoes to hide in and no limos to ride in
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Maybe a Cutlass or two, but still the same ol' shit
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And me unclever? No never, I'll have this talent forever
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The producer get funky down to the last ounce
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And I'm creative too - so I don't need "Mo' Bounce"
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But to you suckaz in my city claimin I got a "Def Wish"
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You should try again fool, you ain't hittin near this
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Them wack ass tracks, make you sound like a monkey
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Just a shot in the dark, from a punk-ass mark who ain't Fonky
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah
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[DJ Quik]
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Now when you records ain't that funky then it's easy to disrespect this
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Cause you know that when I hit I didn't miss
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Just like that "I'm Born and Raised," you wish you could fade
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And when you picked up that album cover you knew I was paid, Tim
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Cause we ain't goin out and we ain't stuck in that old school shit
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That boring flavor that just don't hit
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Cause this is ninety-two, and yes yo' style is through
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And if your record ain't sellin well fool I thought you knew
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that this is straight Bronx killa, straight Bronx murda
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Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' shit don't bump
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And 'member the "Jack the Rapper"? Yeah, your punk ass sat
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That's when my homeboy D, was bout to flatten yo' cap
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And you apologized to him, started kissin his ass
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Sayin you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
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but you ain't movin shit on the streets
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Get off the nuts of my city with them wack ass beats that ain't Fonky
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. "you know I can't stop"
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Fonky - yeah, fonky.. yeah
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Way 2 Fonky
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DJ Quik |