[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 (*##$ 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 mother$#&@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 $#&@in yo' (*##$

Cause I'm a low-pro ^!$$% that you should not fol-low
Puttin suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hol-low
Put the pistol to your grill and your punk $$# rolls

You grab my %#@! 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 $$# ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin me %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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' %#@!
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 $$# 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 %#@!
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' %#@! don't bump
And 'member the "Jack the Rapper"? Yeah, your punk $$# sat
That's when my homeboy D, was bout to flatten yo' cap

And you apologized to him, started kissin his $$#
Sayin you only dissed Compton for the money, so he gave you a pass
but you ain't movin %#@! on the streets

Get off the nuts of my city with them wack $$# 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