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The Phuncky Feel One

This song is by Cypress Hill and appears on the album Cypress Hill (1991).

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The Phuncky Feel One
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 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

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 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

Written by:

Louis Freese / Lawrence Muggerud / Senen Reyes Wikipedia16

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