[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