Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get down?
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get down?
Ladies and gentlemen
Well I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them
'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been
On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'
Enter da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo'
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket
'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky
Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town
You got to relax, we got to kick back
Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack
As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook
Yo where you gettin' took, but that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I likes to hip-hop
'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest
Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the fish rod
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard
It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you
With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand
Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man
With the greater lyric, if you can spare it
Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit
So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate
Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take
Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!
Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black
'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get down?
Ladies and gentlemen
Well I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky feel one
Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them
'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been
On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin'
Enter da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo'
Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode
Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit
Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket
'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy?
In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky
Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down
Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town
You got to relax, we got to kick back
Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack
As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook
Yo where you gettin' took, but that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock
Used to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I likes to hip-hop
'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might
Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest
Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the fish rod
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard
It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot?
Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you
With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand
Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man
With the greater lyric, if you can spare it
Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit
So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off
Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate
Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate
Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take
Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!
Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that red is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black
'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
(Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky)
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Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, all ready to get down? Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, y'all ready to get down? Ladies and gentlemen
Well I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky feel one Cypress Hill has come, any questions ask them 'Cause we are answerin', any brothers that've been On the dick swingin', and straight gatherin' Enter da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo' Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode Trapped like a prophet, but I still profit Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket 'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy? In my trade, the Tribe is known to get funky Hif is here to hack you down, Son is here to buck you down Joke's on you, if you're the biggest duck in town You got to relax, we got to kick back Brothers just sit back, enjoy me like a six pack As I let the rhyme flow, into the hook Yo where you gettin' took, but that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
Night in a stiff lock, hangin' up the pimp's jock Used to call me Pimp Poppa, 'cause I likes to hip-hop 'Cause I'm down with Cypress, illin well I might Begin to take your girl, your girl she's the flyest Flyer than the other broad, workin' off the fish rod Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot? Forget it act stupid little sucker I'll be clockin' you
With the right or left hand, duck they was still stand Troopers on the side step, bucks him down to death man With the greater lyric, if you can spare it Just an ass kickin', is what you inherit So don't try to snake off, you know I can't be shook off Why the suckers took off? Well that's another story black
'Cause I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One You know I'm the Real one, yes the phuncky Feel One
Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate Clones they really pull stickin' brothers try to imitate Meaning when they simulate, but they can't stimulate Like a faded joint, stiff from the breath I take Make me act loco, they switchin' up my vocal Out to catch you so-called, MC's with a roll call Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight! Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up Was a funky looker But that's another story black
'Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones