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