Текст песни Cypress Hill - The Phuncky Feel One
Cypress Hill - The Phuncky Feel One слова песни
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen Bout ready to get down?(repeat 2x) Ladies and gentlemenVerse One: B-RealWell 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 blackChorus: B-RealCause 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 OneVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-RealNight 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 youWith 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 blackChorusVerse Three: B-Real, Sen DogStandin on the corner, close to the real estate Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitateMeaning when they simulate, but they can`t stimulate Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I takeMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal Out to catch you so-called, MC`s with a roll callThen you gotta close your eyes, you can`t stand the sunlight There is just one light, the Tribe`s buckin heads tonigghtBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bedDidn`t just break out, the sucker got cracked out Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back downSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook upWas a funky looker But that`s another story blackChorus: (together)