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You know no real shit, nigga
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no shit, nigga

You don't no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit,
We numb niggas, ya don't shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit,

'91, Cypress burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' and kill a man
was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92, a later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst deadly venom
pictures for high times, me mugs and sen
Chillin' the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the for another LP

'93, black Sunday hits, with critical
Had a monster hit from in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to
It was a trip to note, that we was the first to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat none the
So we started gettin' and I stopped smokin' stress

You don't no real shit, nigga
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no shit, nigga

You don't no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit,
We numb niggas, ya feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

'94 still in the door and we many tours
With Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some from the block
Called up Eric Bobo and a million rocked
How all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your from off the stage

'95 I was alive and so far
Still tryin' to cope bein' a rap star
'Cos that's the type of shit that can really your mental
This was evident, in the way I the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced
But I kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they illusive
When it comes to showin' for the Cypress institution

'96 wit' no support we were makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin'
But like every every click, someone had to split
So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' babies
But the groupies on the road don't help me misbehavin'

You don't know no real shit,
This the original Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't shit, nigga
You ain't on no shit, nigga

'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the
Between us and Cube, shit nobody knew
The Dogg came back home but Smokin' Grooves 2
with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a time, we were flowin' off the boo
on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like
We hit the studio, Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I recall
'Cos it Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all Sen
And the old chemistry, just reared head again

'99 I got to recline, because there was no
the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
'99 was even than the year of '98
And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' the gate

Two-thousand fifteen million records
They broke the mold, but others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to
Droppin' shit in English and albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, knockin' on the door
We unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never outdated

We ain't out, motherfucker
right, fuck that!
You don't
That's big time Cypress
Motherfuckin' renovators up

You don't know no shit, nigga
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no shit, nigga
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit,

It's the
Nigga,

This the original Hill shit, nigga
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!