Cypress Hill - The phuncky feel one

(2x)
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?

Ladies and gentlemen


Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
Cypress Hill has come, any quest, just ask them.
Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been.
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin.
Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'.
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode.
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit.
Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket.
Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky.
Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down.
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town.
You got to relax, we got to kick back.
Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack.
As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook.
Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black.

(Kerto B-Real)
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.


Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock.
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop.
Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might.
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest.
Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod.
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard.
It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you.

With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand.
Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man.
With the greater lyric, if you can spare it.
Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit.
So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off.
Why the suckers took off?  Well that's another story black.

(Kerto B-Real)
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.


Standin on the corner, close to the real estate.
Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate.
Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate.
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take.
Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal.
Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call.
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight.
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonight.
Buck buck buck ya head!  Sorry that red is dead.
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed.
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out.
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down.
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up.
Was a funky looker.
But that's another story black.

(Kerto)
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.
You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One.

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