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 d**k, 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 d**k's hard It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot? Forget it, act stupid little s*cker, 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 a*s kickin', is what you inherit So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off Why the s*ckers 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 s*cker 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