[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 makin yo' ugly b**h move
With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose
To be a s**a, i got a 380 punk, so duck her
And to you motherf**ers 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**in yo' b**h
Cause i'm a low-pro n***a that you should not fol-low
Puttin s**az in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk a** rolls
You grab my sh** 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 s**az when we hit yo' spot
Yeahhhhh, straight bronx k**a, mark a** n***az 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 f**in streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin me sh** 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 n***a gon' quit
Bein nothin less than funky and bangin 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 cutla** or two, but still the same ol' sh**
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 s**az in my city claimin i got a "def wish"
You should try again fool, you ain't hittin 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
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 sh**
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 k**a, straight bronx murda
Yeah yo' city's a dump, and fool yo' sh** don't bump
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 kissin his a**
Sayin you only dissed compton for the money, so he gave you a pa**
But you ain't movin sh** on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack a** 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