Paroles de The Phuncky Feel One
Cypress Hill
Are you ready?
Ladies and gentlemen
Bout ready to get down?
Ladies and gentlemen
Verse one: b-real
Well Im the real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Cypress hill has come, any quest/just ask them
Cause we are answerin, any brothers thatve been
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin
Enter da info, cause yo what youre in fo
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when youre off it, banks 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
Jokes on you, if youre 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 thats another story black
B-real
Cause Im the real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Im the real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Im the real one, yes the phuncky feel one
You know Im the real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Verse two: sen dog, b-real
Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimps jock
Used to call me pimp poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop
Cause Im down with cypress, illin well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl shes the flyest
Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod
Isnt that odd, instead of sayin my dicks hard
Its not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker Ill 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 dont try to snake off, you know I cant be shook off
Why the suckers took off? well thats another story black
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 cant 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, mcs with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you cant stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the tribes buckin heads tonigght
Buck buck buck ya head! sorry that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didnt 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 thats another story black
(together)
InterprèteCypress Hill
LabelSMI
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