Lirik Lagu The Phuncky Feel One - Cypress Hill
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Are you ready?Ladies and gentlemenBout ready to get down?(repeat 2x)
Ladies and gentlemen
Verse One: B-Real
Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask themCause we are answerin, any brothers that've beenOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherinEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp modeTrapped like a prophet, but I still profitEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocketCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funkyHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you downJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in townYou got to relax, we got to kick backBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six packAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hookYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black
Chorus: B-Real
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneYou 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 jockUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hopCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I mightBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyestFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rodIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hardIt'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 standTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death manWith the greater lyric, if you can spare itJust an ass kickin, is what you inheritSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook offWhy 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 estateClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitateMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulateLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I takeMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocalOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll callThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlightThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigghtBuck buck buck ya head!Sorry that red is deadDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bedDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked outHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back downSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook upWas a funky lookerBut that's another story black
Chorus: (together)
Ladies and gentlemen
Verse One: B-Real
Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask themCause we are answerin, any brothers that've beenOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherinEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp modeTrapped like a prophet, but I still profitEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocketCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funkyHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you downJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in townYou got to relax, we got to kick backBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six packAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hookYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black
Chorus: B-Real
Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel OneYou 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 jockUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hopCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I mightBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyestFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rodIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hardIt'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 standTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death manWith the greater lyric, if you can spare itJust an ass kickin, is what you inheritSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook offWhy 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 estateClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitateMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulateLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I takeMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocalOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll callThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlightThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigghtBuck buck buck ya head!Sorry that red is deadDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bedDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked outHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back downSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook upWas a funky lookerBut that's another story black
Chorus: (together)
