[DJ Quik]
Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky [bad word] groove
My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly [bad word] 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 [bad word] thinkin you wanna fade me? [bad word] 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 [bad word] yo' [bad word] Cause I'm a low-pro [bad word] 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 [bad word] rolls
You grab my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] streets
People be approachin me, all throughout the swap meets
Askin me [bad word] like, "When your new [bad word] out?"
"Is it different?" "Is it dope?" 
"Where yo' perm?"
What you talkin bout?
I know you don't expect that a [bad word] gon' quit
bein nothin less than funky and bangin out the dope [bad word] 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' [bad word] 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 [bad word] tracks, make you sound like a monkey
Just a shot in the dark, from a punk [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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' [bad word] don't bump
And 'member the "Jack the Rapper"? Yeah, your punk [bad word] sat
That's when my homeboy D, was bout to flatten yo' cap
And you apologized to him, started kissin his [bad word] Sayin you only [bad word] for the money, so he gave you a
pass
but you ain't movin [bad word] on the streets
Get off the nuts of my city with them wack [bad word] 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