[{"id":21674367,"name":"(Cypress Hill) -07- The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"(Cypress Hill) -07- The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":208.830813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nAll ready to get down?\nAre you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nY'all ready to get down?\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nWell, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nCypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\nEnter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\nYou've got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\nWhere you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n\nA'ight\nNight in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin', well, I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\nForget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin', is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well, that's another story, black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n\nStandin' on the corner, close to the real estate\nHomes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\nMeanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n\nBuck-buck, buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker, but that's another story, black\n\n'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nWe're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nWe're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nYou know we're the real ones (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel ones\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\nPhuncky (phuncky), phuncky, phuncky, phuncky","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] Are you ready?\n[00:01.55] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:02.28] All ready to get down?\n[00:11.54] Are you ready?\n[00:13.52] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.35] Y'all ready to get down?\n[00:18.01] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.59] Well, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[00:22.18] Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n[00:24.32] 'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\n[00:28.92] Enter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.80] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.02] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.44] 'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.87] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.16] Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.43] Joke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.92] You've got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.28] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\n[00:52.60] As I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\n[00:54.70] Where you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.34] 'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[00:59.67] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:02.06] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:04.29] You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:07.52] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n[01:23.28] A'ight\n[01:25.38] Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.66] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n[01:29.93] 'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin', well, I might\n[01:32.23] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.74] Flyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\n[01:37.18] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n[01:39.46] It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n[01:41.69] Forget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n[01:44.38] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.33] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.66] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.20] Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit\n[01:53.47] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:55.98] Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another story, black\n[01:58.52] 'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:00.87] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:03.30] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:05.25] You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:09.04] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\n[02:17.95] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n[02:26.57] Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.78] Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.24] Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.38] Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\n[02:35.97] Make me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\n[02:38.29] Out to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.44] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.73] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n[02:45.29] Buck-buck, buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead\n[02:47.67] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.27] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.63] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.76] Was a funky looker, but that's another story, black\n[02:59.50] 'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:01.87] We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:04.14] We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:06.26] You know we're the real ones (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:09.76] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n[03:19.12] Phuncky (phuncky), phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n[03:28.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: (Cypress Hill) -07- The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 208831\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 360\n  end_ms: 1550\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 1550\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: All ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 11540\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 11540\n  end_ms: 13520\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 13520\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: Y'all ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 18010\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18010\n  end_ms: 19590\n- text: Well, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 19590\n  end_ms: 22180\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n  start_ms: 22180\n  end_ms: 24320\n- text: '''Cause we are answerin'', any brothers that''ve been'\n  start_ms: 24320\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28920\n- text: Enter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28920\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33800\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33800\n  end_ms: 36020\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36020\n  end_ms: 38440\n- text: '''Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?'\n  start_ms: 38440\n  end_ms: 40870\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40870\n  end_ms: 43160\n- text: Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43160\n  end_ms: 45430\n- text: Joke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45430\n  end_ms: 47920\n- text: You've got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47920\n  end_ms: 50280\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\n  start_ms: 50280\n  end_ms: 52600\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\n  start_ms: 52600\n  end_ms: 54700\n- text: Where you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54700\n  end_ms: 57340\n- text: '''Cause I''m the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one'\n  start_ms: 57340\n  end_ms: 59670\n- text: I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 59670\n  end_ms: 62060\n- text: I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 62060\n  end_ms: 64290\n- text: You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 64290\n  end_ms: 67520\n- text: Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n  start_ms: 67520\n  end_ms: 83280\n- text: A'ight\n  start_ms: 83280\n  end_ms: 85380\n- text: Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85380\n  end_ms: 87660\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 89930\n- text: '''Cause I''m down with Cypress, illin'', well, I might'\n  start_ms: 89930\n  end_ms: 92230\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92230\n  end_ms: 94740\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\n  start_ms: 94740\n  end_ms: 97180\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97180\n  end_ms: 99460\n- text: It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n  start_ms: 99460\n  end_ms: 101690\n- text: Forget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n  start_ms: 101690\n  end_ms: 104380\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104380\n  end_ms: 106330\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106330\n  end_ms: 108660\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108660\n  end_ms: 111200\n- text: Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111200\n  end_ms: 113470\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113470\n  end_ms: 115980\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well, that's another story, black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n  Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\n  Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n\n  Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\n  Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n\n  Buck-buck, buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker, but that's another story, black\n\n  'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n  We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n  We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n  You know we're the real ones (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel ones\n  Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n  Phuncky (phuncky), phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n"},{"id":17506719,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":208.84,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Are you ready?\n[00:02.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.78] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:05.97] (repeat 2x)\n[00:18.57] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.47] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.36] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.22] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:24.01] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.75] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:29.44] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.28] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.95] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:35.79] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.43] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.38] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.03] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:44.88] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.65] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:49.93] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.67] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.47] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.15] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:58.06] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:59.86] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:01.65] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.46] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:08.02] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:25.49] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.23] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:30.05] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.54] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.38] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:37.13] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.82] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:41.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.30] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.28] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.97] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.62] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:53.43] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.12] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:58.81] Chorus\n[02:08.79] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:26.81] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.64] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.37] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.15] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:35.92] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:37.72] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.48] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.30] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.90] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:47.63] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.46] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.16] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.89] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.62] Was a funky looker\n[02:57.68] But that's another story black\n[02:59.58] Chorus: (together)\n[03:28.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 208840\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 3780\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3780\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: (repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 18570\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18570\n  end_ms: 19470\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 19470\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 24010\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 24010\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 31280\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31280\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 35790\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 35790\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 58060\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 58060\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61650\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 61650\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 92540\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92540\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99820\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99820\n  end_ms: 101640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 101640\n  end_ms: 104300\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104300\n  end_ms: 106280\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106280\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 111620\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111620\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":15759370,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One (instrumental)","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One (instrumental)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":210.146583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Are you ready?\n[00:02.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.78] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:05.97] (repeat 2x)\n[00:18.57] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.47] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.36] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.22] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:24.01] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.75] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:29.44] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.28] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.95] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:35.79] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.43] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.38] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.03] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:44.88] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.65] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:49.93] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.67] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.47] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.15] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:58.06] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:59.86] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:01.65] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.46] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:08.02] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:25.49] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.23] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:30.05] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.54] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.38] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:37.13] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.82] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:41.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.30] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.28] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.97] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.62] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:53.43] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.12] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:58.81] Chorus\n[02:08.79] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:26.81] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.64] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.37] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.15] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:35.92] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:37.72] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.48] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.30] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.90] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:47.63] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.46] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.16] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.89] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.62] Was a funky looker\n[02:57.68] But that's another story black\n[02:59.58] Chorus: (together)\n[03:28.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One (instrumental)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 210147\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 3780\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3780\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: (repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 18570\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18570\n  end_ms: 19470\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 19470\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 24010\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 24010\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 31280\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31280\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 35790\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 35790\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 58060\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 58060\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61650\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 61650\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 92540\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92540\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99820\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99820\n  end_ms: 101640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 101640\n  end_ms: 104300\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104300\n  end_ms: 106280\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106280\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 111620\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111620\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":17942954,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill","duration":208.9092499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nAll ready to get down?\nAre you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nY'all ready to get down?\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nWell, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nCypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\nEnter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\nYou've got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\nWhere you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n\nA'ight\nNight in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin', well, I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\nForget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin', is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well, that's another story, black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n\nStandin' on the corner, close to the real estate\nHomes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\nMeanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n\nBuck-buck, buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker, but that's another story, black\n\n'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nWe're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nWe're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\nYou know we're the real ones (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel ones\nPhuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\nPhuncky (phuncky), phuncky, phuncky, phuncky","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.32] Are you ready?\n[00:01.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:02.28] All ready to get down?\n[00:11.54] Are you ready?\n[00:13.59] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.36] Y'all ready to get down?\n[00:18.07] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.52] Well, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[00:22.19] Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n[00:24.37] 'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\n[00:26.70] On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\n[00:28.91] Enter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\n[00:31.20] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.73] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.10] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.47] 'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.82] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.14] Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.46] Joke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.90] You've got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.21] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\n[00:52.55] As I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\n[00:54.70] Where you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.35] 'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[00:59.63] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:02.07] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:04.21] You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n[01:07.53] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n[01:23.22] A'ight\n[01:25.33] Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.61] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n[01:29.94] 'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin', well, I might\n[01:32.28] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.70] Flyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\n[01:37.19] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n[01:39.49] It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n[01:41.65] Forget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n[01:44.34] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.39] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.64] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.21] Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit\n[01:53.49] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:55.95] Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another story, black\n[01:58.53] 'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:00.82] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:03.34] I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:05.28] You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n[02:09.04] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\n[02:17.98] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n[02:26.54] Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.75] Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.29] Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.40] Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\n[02:35.95] Make me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\n[02:38.25] Out to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.42] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.73] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n[02:45.27] Buck-buck, buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead\n[02:47.66] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.85] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.20] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.67] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.70] Was a funky looker, but that's another story, black\n[02:59.59] 'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:01.86] We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:04.19] We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:06.27] You know we're the real ones (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel ones\n[03:09.72] Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n[03:19.13] Phuncky (phuncky), phuncky, phuncky, phuncky\n[03:28.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 208909\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 320\n  end_ms: 1560\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 1560\n  end_ms: 2280\n- text: All ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 2280\n  end_ms: 11540\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 11540\n  end_ms: 13590\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 13590\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: Y'all ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 18070\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18070\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: Well, I'm the Real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 22190\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them\n  start_ms: 22190\n  end_ms: 24370\n- text: '''Cause we are answerin'', any brothers that''ve been'\n  start_ms: 24370\n  end_ms: 26700\n- text: On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'\n  start_ms: 26700\n  end_ms: 28910\n- text: Enter all the info, 'cause yo' what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28910\n  end_ms: 31200\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31200\n  end_ms: 33730\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33730\n  end_ms: 36100\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36100\n  end_ms: 38470\n- text: '''Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?'\n  start_ms: 38470\n  end_ms: 40820\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40820\n  end_ms: 43140\n- text: Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43140\n  end_ms: 45460\n- text: Joke's on you, 'cause you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45460\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: You've got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six-pack\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 52550\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow into the hook, yo\n  start_ms: 52550\n  end_ms: 54700\n- text: Where you gettin' took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54700\n  end_ms: 57350\n- text: '''Cause I''m the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one'\n  start_ms: 57350\n  end_ms: 59630\n- text: I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 59630\n  end_ms: 62070\n- text: I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 62070\n  end_ms: 64210\n- text: You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n  start_ms: 64210\n  end_ms: 67530\n- text: Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phuncky\n  start_ms: 67530\n  end_ms: 83220\n- text: A'ight\n  start_ms: 83220\n  end_ms: 85330\n- text: Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85330\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, specialize in hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: '''Cause I''m down with Cypress, illin'', well, I might'\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 92280\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92280\n  end_ms: 94700\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, hookin' on the fish rod\n  start_ms: 94700\n  end_ms: 97190\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97190\n  end_ms: 99490\n- text: It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n  start_ms: 99490\n  end_ms: 101650\n- text: Forget it, act stupid, little sucker, I'll be clockin' you\n  start_ms: 101650\n  end_ms: 104340\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104340\n  end_ms: 106390\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106390\n  end_ms: 108640\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108640\n  end_ms: 111210\n- text: Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111210\n  end_ms: 113490\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113490\n  end_ms: 115950\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well, that's another story, black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one (phuncky), yes, the phuncky feel one\n  Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky), phunck\n  Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky (phuncky)\n\n  Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate\n  Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!\n\n  Buck-buck, buck ya head! 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Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":208.726375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Are you ready?\n[00:02.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.78] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:05.97] (repeat 2x)\n[00:18.57] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.47] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.36] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.22] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:24.01] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.75] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:29.44] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.28] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.95] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:35.79] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.43] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.38] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.03] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:44.88] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.65] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:49.93] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.67] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.47] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.15] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:58.06] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:59.86] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:01.65] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.46] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:08.02] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:25.49] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.23] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:30.05] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.54] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.38] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:37.13] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.82] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:41.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.30] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.28] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.97] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.62] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:53.43] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.12] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:58.81] Chorus\n[02:08.79] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:26.81] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.64] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.37] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.15] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:35.92] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:37.72] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.48] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.30] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.90] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:47.63] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.46] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.16] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.89] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.62] Was a funky looker\n[02:57.68] But that's another story black\n[02:59.58] Chorus: (together)\n[03:28.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: '! 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":16052236,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One (LP version)","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One (LP version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":209.937583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Are you ready?\n[00:02.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.78] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:05.97] (repeat 2x)\n[00:18.57] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.47] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.36] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.22] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:24.01] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.75] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:29.44] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.28] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.95] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:35.79] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.43] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.38] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.03] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:44.88] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.65] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:49.93] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.67] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.47] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.15] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:58.06] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:59.86] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:01.65] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.46] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:08.02] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:25.49] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.23] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:30.05] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.54] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.38] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:37.13] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.82] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:41.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.30] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.28] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.97] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.62] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:53.43] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.12] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:58.81] Chorus\n[02:08.79] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:26.81] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.64] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.37] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.15] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:35.92] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:37.72] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.48] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.30] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.90] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:47.63] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.46] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.16] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.89] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.62] Was a funky looker\n[02:57.68] But that's another story black\n[02:59.58] Chorus: (together)\n[03:28.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One (LP version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 209938\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 3780\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3780\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: (repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 18570\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18570\n  end_ms: 19470\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 19470\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 24010\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 24010\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 31280\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31280\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 35790\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 35790\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 58060\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 58060\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61650\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 61650\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 92540\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92540\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99820\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99820\n  end_ms: 101640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 101640\n  end_ms: 104300\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104300\n  end_ms: 106280\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106280\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 111620\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111620\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":25316615,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down?\nAre you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down? 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Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\nStandin' on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\nMake me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\nBuck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down?\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Well, I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them\n  'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin' and straight gatherin'\n\n  Enter da info 'cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n  'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin' took but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa 'cause I likes to hip-hop\n  'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin' well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd? Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\n  Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\n  Buck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n"},{"id":37473137,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down?\nAre you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen\n\nWell, I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nCypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them\n'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin' and straight gatherin'\n\nEnter da info 'cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow into the hook\nYo where you gettin' took but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa 'cause I likes to hip-hop\n'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin' well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n\nFlyer than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd? Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\nStandin' on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\nMake me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\nBuck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 287190\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down?\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Well, I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them\n  'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin' and straight gatherin'\n\n  Enter da info 'cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n  'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin' took but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa 'cause I likes to hip-hop\n  'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin' well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd? Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\n  Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\n  Buck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n"},{"id":39500035,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"The Phuncky Feel One","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down?\nAre you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n'Bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen\n\nWell, I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nCypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them\n'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin' and straight gatherin'\n\nEnter da info 'cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow into the hook\nYo where you gettin' took but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa 'cause I likes to hip-hop\n'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin' well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n\nFlyer than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd? Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\nStandin' on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\nMake me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\nBuck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nI'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\nYou know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One (extended version)\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: The Phuncky Feel One\n  duration_ms: 299666\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down?\n  Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen\n  'Bout ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Well, I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest just ask them\n  'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin' and straight gatherin'\n\n  Enter da info 'cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n\n  'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin' took but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin' up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa 'cause I likes to hip-hop\n  'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin' well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd? Instead of sayin' my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin' is what you inherit\n\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? Well, that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n\n  Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n\n  Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight\n\n  Buck, buck, buck, ya head, sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker but that's another story black\n\n  'Cause I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n  You know I'm the real one, yes, the phuncky feel one\n"},{"id":312512,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":19561128,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":204.056961,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 204057\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":19019164,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":234.34045,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 234340\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 213838\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":15800165,"name":"07 The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"07 The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":208.901224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.35] Are you ready?\n[00:02.56] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.78] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:05.97] (repeat 2x)\n[00:18.57] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:19.47] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.36] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.22] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:24.01] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.75] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:29.44] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.28] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.95] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:35.79] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.43] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.38] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.03] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:44.88] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:47.65] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:49.93] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.67] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.47] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.15] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:58.06] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:59.86] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:01.65] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.46] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:08.02] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:25.49] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.23] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:30.05] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.54] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:34.38] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:37.13] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.82] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:41.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.30] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:46.28] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:48.97] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:51.62] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:53.43] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.12] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:58.81] Chorus\n[02:08.79] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:26.81] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:28.64] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:31.37] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:33.15] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:35.92] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:37.72] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:40.48] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.30] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.90] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:47.63] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.46] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.16] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.89] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:56.62] Was a funky looker\n[02:57.68] But that's another story black\n[02:59.58] Chorus: (together)\n[03:28.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07 The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 208901\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 350\n  end_ms: 2560\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2560\n  end_ms: 3780\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3780\n  end_ms: 5970\n- text: (repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 5970\n  end_ms: 18570\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 18570\n  end_ms: 19470\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 19470\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 22220\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22220\n  end_ms: 24010\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 24010\n  end_ms: 26750\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26750\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 31280\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31280\n  end_ms: 33950\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33950\n  end_ms: 35790\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 35790\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 40380\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40380\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 44880\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 44880\n  end_ms: 47650\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 47650\n  end_ms: 49930\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 49930\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 54470\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54470\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 58060\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 58060\n  end_ms: 59860\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59860\n  end_ms: 61650\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 61650\n  end_ms: 64460\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64460\n  end_ms: 68020\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 68020\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87230\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87230\n  end_ms: 90050\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 90050\n  end_ms: 92540\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92540\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 99820\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99820\n  end_ms: 101640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 101640\n  end_ms: 104300\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104300\n  end_ms: 106280\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 106280\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 111620\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 111620\n  end_ms: 113430\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 113430\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\n  start_ms: 164900\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 169460\n- text: Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  start_ms: 169460\n  end_ms: 172160\n- text: Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  start_ms: 172160\n  end_ms: 174890\n- text: So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  start_ms: 174890\n  end_ms: 176620\n- text: Was a funky looker\n  start_ms: 176620\n  end_ms: 177680\n- text: But that's another story black\n  start_ms: 177680\n  end_ms: 179580\n- text: 'Chorus: (together)'\n  start_ms: 179580\n  end_ms: 208460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 208460\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready?\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Bout ready to get down?\n  (repeat 2x)\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: B-Real\n\n  Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\n  Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill WEB\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\n  start_ms: 164930\n  end_ms: 166060\n- text: Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  start_ms: 166060\n  end_ms: 169820\n- text: Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  start_ms: 169820\n  end_ms: 172450\n- text: Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  start_ms: 172450\n  end_ms: 174850\n- text: So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  start_ms: 174850\n  end_ms: 177080\n- text: Was a funky looker\n  start_ms: 177080\n  end_ms: 180670\n- text: But that's another story black\n  start_ms: 180670\n  end_ms: 181760\n- text: 'Chorus: (together)'\n  start_ms: 181760\n  end_ms: 205670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205670\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready?\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Bout ready to get down?\n  (Repeat 2x)\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: B-Real\n\n  Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\n  Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":31504543,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"I Cypress Hill","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: I Cypress Hill\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":20298517,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill - Essentials","duration":533.97975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill - Essentials\n  duration_ms: 533980\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! 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Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: the phuncky feel one\n  artist: cypress hill\n  album: cypress hill [vinyl]\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Are you ready?\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  Bout ready to get down?\n  (repeat 2x)\n\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n\n  Verse One: B-Real\n\n  Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: B-Real\n\n  Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\n  Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\n  Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\n  With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"},{"id":34460666,"name":"The Phuncky Feel One","trackName":"The Phuncky Feel One","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill Essentials","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Are you ready?\nLadies and gentlemen\nBout ready to get down?\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nLadies and gentlemen\n\nVerse One: B-Real\n\nWell I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nCypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\nCause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\nOn the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\nEnter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\nIs a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\nTrapped like a prophet, but I still profit\nEven when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\nCause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\nIn my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\nHif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\nJoke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\nYou got to relax, we got to kick back\nBrothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\nAs I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\nYo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n\nChorus: B-Real\n\nCause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nI'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\nYou know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n\nVerse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n\nNight in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\nUsed to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\nCause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\nBegin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\nFlyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\nIsn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\nIt's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\nForget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n\nWith the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\nTroopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\nWith the greater lyric, if you can spare it\nJust an ass kickin, is what you inherit\nSo don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\nWhy the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Are you ready?\n[00:02.49] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49] Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70] Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66] Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99] Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07] Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99] Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64] On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80] Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21] Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99] Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11] Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23] Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61] In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23] Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75] Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00] You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32] Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92] As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85] Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22] Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46] Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29] I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15] You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28] Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29] Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75] Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74] Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14] Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14] Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14] Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88] It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64] Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51] With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57] Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02] With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02] Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64] So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16] Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87] Chorus\n[02:00.89] Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08] Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62] Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13] Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78] Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38] Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00] Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20] Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76] There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93] Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06] Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82] Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45] Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85] So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08] Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67] But that's another story black\n[03:01.76] Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Phuncky Feel One\n  artist: Cypress Hill\n  album: Cypress Hill Essentials\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! 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Well that's another story black\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\nStandin on the corner, close to the real estate\nClones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\nMeaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\nLike a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\nMake me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\nOut to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\nThen you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\nThere is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\nBuck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\nDeader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\nDidn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\nHit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\nSo much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\nWas a funky looker\nBut that's another story black\n\nChorus: (together)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64]Are you ready?\n[00:02.49]Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:03.49]Bout ready to get down?\n[00:09.43](Repeat 2x)\n[00:11.70]Ladies and gentlemen\n[00:15.66]Verse One: B-Real\n[00:20.99]Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[00:22.07]Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n[00:23.99]Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n[00:26.64]On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n[00:28.80]Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n[00:31.21]Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n[00:33.99]Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n[00:36.11]Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n[00:38.23]Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n[00:40.61]In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n[00:43.23]Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n[00:45.75]Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n[00:48.00]You got to relax, we got to kick back\n[00:50.32]Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n[00:52.92]As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n[00:54.85]Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n[00:57.22]Chorus: B-Real\n[00:59.46]Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:00.70]I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:02.29]I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:04.15]You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n[01:07.28]Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real\n[01:26.29]Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n[01:27.75]Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n[01:29.74]Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n[01:32.14]Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n[01:36.14]Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n[01:38.14]Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n[01:39.88]It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n[01:42.64]Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n[01:44.51]With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n[01:48.57]Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n[01:51.02]With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n[01:53.02]Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n[01:54.64]So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n[01:56.16]Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black\n[01:57.87]Chorus\n[02:00.89]Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n[02:14.08]Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n[02:34.62]Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n[02:35.13]Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n[02:36.78]Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n[02:38.38]Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n[02:40.00]Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n[02:41.20]Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n[02:42.76]There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n[02:44.93]Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n[02:46.06]Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n[02:49.82]Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n[02:52.45]Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n[02:54.85]So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n[02:57.08]Was a funky looker\n[03:00.67]But that's another story black\n[03:01.76]Chorus: (together)\n[03:25.67]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: the phuncky feel one\n  artist: cypress hill\n  album: 1991  cypress hill\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Are you ready?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 2490\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 2490\n  end_ms: 3490\n- text: Bout ready to get down?\n  start_ms: 3490\n  end_ms: 9430\n- text: (Repeat 2x)\n  start_ms: 9430\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: Ladies and gentlemen\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: 'Verse One: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 20990\n- text: Well I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 20990\n  end_ms: 22070\n- text: Cypress Hill has come, any quest/just ask them\n  start_ms: 22070\n  end_ms: 23990\n- text: Cause we are answerin, any brothers that've been\n  start_ms: 23990\n  end_ms: 26640\n- text: On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin\n  start_ms: 26640\n  end_ms: 28800\n- text: Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo'\n  start_ms: 28800\n  end_ms: 31210\n- text: Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode\n  start_ms: 31210\n  end_ms: 33990\n- text: Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit\n  start_ms: 33990\n  end_ms: 36110\n- text: Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket\n  start_ms: 36110\n  end_ms: 38230\n- text: Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?\n  start_ms: 38230\n  end_ms: 40610\n- text: In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky\n  start_ms: 40610\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: Hif is here to hack you sown, Son is here to buck you down\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45750\n- text: Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town\n  start_ms: 45750\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: You got to relax, we got to kick back\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 50320\n- text: Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack\n  start_ms: 50320\n  end_ms: 52920\n- text: As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook\n  start_ms: 52920\n  end_ms: 54850\n- text: Yo where you gettin took, but that's another story black\n  start_ms: 54850\n  end_ms: 57220\n- text: 'Chorus: B-Real'\n  start_ms: 57220\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Cause I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: You know I'm the Real one, yes the Phuncky Feel One\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67280\n- text: 'Verse Two: Sen Dog, B-Real'\n  start_ms: 67280\n  end_ms: 86290\n- text: Night in a stiff block, hangin up the pimp's jock\n  start_ms: 86290\n  end_ms: 87750\n- text: Used to call me Pimp Poppa, cause I likes to hip-hop\n  start_ms: 87750\n  end_ms: 89740\n- text: Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might\n  start_ms: 89740\n  end_ms: 92140\n- text: Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest\n  start_ms: 92140\n  end_ms: 96140\n- text: Flyer than the other broad, workin off the pitched rod\n  start_ms: 96140\n  end_ms: 98140\n- text: Isn't that odd, instead of sayin my dick's hard\n  start_ms: 98140\n  end_ms: 99880\n- text: It's not about knockin you, do you feel like clockin loot?\n  start_ms: 99880\n  end_ms: 102640\n- text: Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin you\n  start_ms: 102640\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 108570\n- text: Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man\n  start_ms: 108570\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: With the greater lyric, if you can spare it\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 113020\n- text: Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit\n  start_ms: 113020\n  end_ms: 114640\n- text: So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off\n  start_ms: 114640\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Why the suckers took off? 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Well that's another story black\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Verse Three: B-Real, Sen Dog\n\n  Standin on the corner, close to the real estate\n  Clones they really pull stickin brothers try to imitate\n  Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate\n  Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take\n  Make me act loco, they switchin up my vocal\n  Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call\n  Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight\n  There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin heads tonigght\n  Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead\n  Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed\n  Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out\n  Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down\n  So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up\n  Was a funky looker\n  But that's another story black\n\n  Chorus: (together)\n"}]