The Phuncky Feel One
(专辑: Cypress Hill - 1991)
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen Bout ready to get down? [x2] Ladies and gentlemen [Verse One: 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: 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 [Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three: 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
shit from back down So much more integrity, greatest deal I
hook up Was a
funky looker But that's another story black [Chorus: together]