Cypress Hill - The Phuncky Feel One (instrumental) lyrics

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, 'bout ready to get down? Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, 'bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen 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 '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 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 s**er 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 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 '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 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 tonight Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead Deader than a door nail, 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 '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