Are you ready?
  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 Phunky 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 Phunky Feel One
  I'm the Real one, yes the Phunky Feel One
  I'm the Real one, yes the Phunky Feel One
  You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phunky 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)