Ladies and gentlemen
 Bout ready to get down?
 (repeat 2x)
 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)




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