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You know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit,
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 ain't on no shit, nigga

'91, Cypress burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' smokin' weed
Talkin' life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and a man
That was about the we was openin' up for loyalty?
know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92, a later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows lollapalooza 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 studio for LP

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in
Just as long as motherfuckers know, knockin' on the door
We unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and been outdated

We ain't goin' out,
right, fuck that!
You don't
big time Cypress Hill
Motherfuckin' up here

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

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

the real
Nigga,

This the original Hill shit, nigga
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!