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

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

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

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

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

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 real shit,

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

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

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

'96 wit' no support we still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every every click, someone had to split
So the left the house, shit 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 Hill shit,
We niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit,

'97 was the trip, it was the year we the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody
The Dogg came back home but after Grooves 2
Chillin' George Clinton and Erykah Badu
was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, 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 recall
'Cos it felt Hill 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 better the year of '98
And Skull And Bones was comin' out, from the gate

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

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

We goin' out, motherfucker
That's right, that!
You don't
That's big Cypress Hill
Motherfuckin' up here

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

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

It's the
Nigga,

This the original Cypress shit, nigga
Nigga,

Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!