B-Real - The Phuncky Feel One lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1: B-Real] 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 [Hook: 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 Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky [Verse 2] [Sen Dog] Night in a stiff lock, 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, 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 s**er I'll be clockin' you [B-Real] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to d**h 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 s**ers took off? Well that's another story black [Hook: 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 Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky [Verse 3: B-Real, Sen Dog] 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 s**er got cracked out Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the sh** from back down So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up Was a funky looker But that's another story black [Hook: B-Real & Sen Dog] 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