Way 2 Fonky Lyrics
| Song | Way 2 Fonky |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake | |
| 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 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’ 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 | |
| Yeah, straight | |
| Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz can’t check me | |
| But gotta respect me, 'cause | |
| I’m Way 2 | |
| FonkyFonky 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 ****in' 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 ego's 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, 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 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, | |
| TimCause 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, 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, fonky, you know | |
| I can’t stop |
| zuo ci : Blake | |
| Oh yes I' m new and improved, and to a funkyass 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 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' bitch' | |
| Cause I' m a lowpro nigga that you should not follow | |
| Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hollow | |
| 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 | |
| Yeah, straight | |
| Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz can' t check me | |
| But gotta respect me, ' cause | |
| I' m Way 2 | |
| FonkyFonky 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 in' 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 dopeass hits' | |
| Cause DJQuik is a name that | |
| I take much much pride in | |
| No ego' s 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 punkass mark who ain' t 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 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, | |
| TimCause 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 ninetytwo, 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, 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, fonky, you know | |
| I can' t stop |
| zuò cí : Blake | |
| Oh yes I' m new and improved, and to a funkyass 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 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' bitch' | |
| Cause I' m a lowpro nigga that you should not follow | |
| Puttin' suckaz in the wind cause my voice is hollow | |
| 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 | |
| Yeah, straight | |
| Bronx Killa, mark ass niggaz can' t check me | |
| But gotta respect me, ' cause | |
| I' m Way 2 | |
| FonkyFonky 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 in' 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 dopeass hits' | |
| Cause DJQuik is a name that | |
| I take much much pride in | |
| No ego' s 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 punkass mark who ain' t 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 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, | |
| TimCause 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 ninetytwo, 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, 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, fonky, you know | |
| I can' t stop |
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