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

You know no real shit, nigga
This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya feel shit, nigga
You on no real shit, nigga

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

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

'93, black hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat the less
So we started gettin' paid and I smokin' stress

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

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

'94 still in the door and we conquered tours
With Rage Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
Called up Eric Bobo and a million rocked
How all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a bouncin' to your shit 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 can really affect your mental
was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein'
Even the company, they became illusive
When it to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 wit' no support we were still 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, was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about
But the groupies on the road don't help me misbehavin'

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

'97 was the trip, it was the we killed the feud
us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dogg came back but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George Clinton and Badu
This was a crazy time, we were off the boo
on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the real
Nigga,

This the Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!