[B-Real]
I came to introduce a new type of juice
Stuff I invents to make you feel real loose
No you don't drink it, just let it sink it
Then start feeling it (The Funky Cypress Hill Shit!)
People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?"
They must be talking bout my funky nasal vocal money
I take control, no need to blow my nose
Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows
For you and your bros, him and his hoes
You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite it
There's nothing you can do about the real one
It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm The Phuncky Feel One
Sen'll Psycobeta, blast ya if he hasta
Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!)
Striking ya (hitting ya) bucking ya (fucking ya)
Like my Buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep plucking ya
Picking ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light ya
Despite your booty in sight to take my joint
To get to my point, I'm talking about a ill trip
The Funky Cypress Hill Shit

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The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! [Repeat: x4]

[B-Real]
Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juice-less
You can't get loose, so now you're useless
Can't feel the funk so I guess I'll pump the wrist
How bout this mug kiss my blunt?
Right into ya, now you're feeling, the chemicals vibing
Are you realizing, that, it's getting better?
Surprising you, whether or not, your shit's together
From the high-pitched levels (coming from my rebels)
Cypress Hill imported it, boiled it in steam
But yo everything ain't what it seems
Cause the Cypress Hill material luxurious superior
Glory or memorial, historical physical
Ingredients, getting that immediate blend
Yo Sen take aim, and let the juice now extend
(Yeah I'm still coming at ya, but you don't need to duck down
Cause this is something different than a Psychobetabuckdown!)

[Chorus]

Kick that shit B-Real!

[B-Real]
Intellect filthy umm lingo
Dissed you, I control elements, suck on slow
(to get you all jazzed) from here to Tallahassee
This ain't Florida, so put away the O.J.
Never in your life will you wet this
This crazy business, now you're thinkin (?)
(?) it's good like some cheeba
The formula will run ya I'll start takin up a list
So you can get blitzed and you feel your head's twisted
Now insisted, you feel it to the brim
Yo I ain't him, I could never be them
This ain't poison, so let's go out on a limb
For the boys and girls who haven't had it yet
If you get too much, and roll it too straight
Yo it's a fatal blow, something like a ?
Yeah it'll sting ya, (?)
See ya, I'm on it, something for the blunted
Just what you wanted, so you can feel the high
Smoking the Buddha Thai
Lungs expanding and now you're feeling it
Yeah, the funky cypress hill shit!

[Chorus]

Writer : L. MUGGERUD, L. FREEZE, S. REYES
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS