The Phuncky Feel One

Are you ready

Ladies and gentlemen

Bout ready to get down

Ladies and gentlemen

B-Real：

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

Chorus:

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

Sen Dogl：

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

B-Rea：

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 a** 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

Chorus

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

B-Real Sen Dog：

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 tonigght

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 sh*t from back down

So much more integrity greatest deal I hook up

Was a funky looker

But that's another story black

Chorus:

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