The Phuncky Feel One Lyrics - Original Album Classics - Cypress Hill

Are you ready? 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Bout ready to get down? 

(repeat 2x) 

Ladies and gentlemen 

Verse One: 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 

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Chorus: 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 

Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real 

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 

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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 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 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 shit from back down 

So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up 

Was a funky looker 

But that's another story black 

Chorus: (together)