Cypress Hill - The Phuncky Feel One lyrics

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 ask them
'Cause we are answerin'
Any brothers that've been
On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'
Enter all the 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 down
Son is here to buck you down joke's on you
Cause you're the biggest duck in town
You've 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 lock
Hangin' up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa
Specialize in 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
Hookin' on the fish 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

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
Homes I really feels it get
When brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when they simulate
But they can't stimulate like a fatty joint
Straight from the breath I take
Make me act loco, then 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 Fred 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

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