[Intro]

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get down?

Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get down?

Ladies and gentlemen

[Verse 1: B-Real]

Well I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky feel one

Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them

'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been

On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'

Enter all the 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 down, Son is here to buck you down

Joke's on you, cause you're the biggest duck in town

You've 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

[Hook: 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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

[Verse 2: Sen Dog & B-Real]

Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock

Used to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in 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, hookin' on the fish 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

[Hook: 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

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

[Verse 3: B-Real, Sen Dog]

Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate

Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate

Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate

Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take

Make me act loco, then 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 tonight!

Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that Fred 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

[Hook: B-Real & Sen Dog]

Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky

Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky