The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get down?

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get down?

Ladies and gentlemen

Well I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one

Cypress Hill has come, any questions? Just ask them

'Cause we are answerin' any brothers that've been

On the dick, swingin' an' straight gatherin'

Enter da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo'

It's 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 down, 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

'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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

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 this where stiff stands

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

'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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate

Clones they really fools who get brothers try to imitate

Meanin' 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 MCs with a roll call

Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight

There is just one light when 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 an' 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

'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky